A moment of pleasure

It was half past eleven and the sky was clear and light. I just love these summer evenings. The sun never sets - it feels like magic. It makes me feel so lucky. So, anyway, there I was, pushing forward on the bike. I still tasted the red wine on my lips and I was again mesmerized by the magic of life, love, summer and a never setting sun. If painted like a cartoon, it would have showed my hair blowing in the wind, butterflies surrounding me as I bicycled towards home. Because that was the feeling. The sky was pink and the air was warm.

Suddenly I saw her. She just laid there, in the middle of the street. Any car could have ran her over. Her head resting on the ground. Was she sleeping? Was she...dead? I jumped of the bike as quick as I could and ran over to her.
- Excuse me, Ma'am, are you OK?
Her eyes popped open. I wasn't sure I was awake anymore.
- I will help you get up. Are you hurting somewhere? There is blood on your forehead.
I stretched out my hand and took hers. It was warm.
She couldn't speak. She tried to say something, but it didn't come out right.
- Here, grab my hands, I'll pull you up.
She tried to take my hands, but had no strength to pull herself up.
- I want to go home, she suddenly murmured, Please help me get home.
I wasn't sure if the lady was drunk or having some kind of seizure.
- I'll help you get home.
I made an emergency call. The first one in my life. As I called I tried to help the lady sit upright. I had not enough strength to lift her up.
As I was talking on the phone a young man pulled up on his bike. He immediately grabbed the lady by her waist and pulled her up. A car pulled in. A foreigner stepped out.
- Do you need help?
- I'm getting help right now on the phone!
There we were, four strangers in the night. One old lady (and yes, she had had a few too many drinks), one very helpful, handsome foreigner (I'm guessing Spanish), one young man, and me, a girl with butterflies in her hair. We chatted with the old lady who was thankful for having been saved. She wanted to hug all of us. As she hugged the handsome foreigner she laughed out loud, nodding approvingly. The foreigner looked at me, waiting for a translation.
- She's totally feeling you, I said. He smiled.
The old lady continued nodding approvingly.
- Very big muscles, she then said and laughed again.
We all did.

It took forever for help to arrive, but as it finally did, we said goodbye to the old lady and looked at each other. It was easy to see, there were three sets of glimmering eyes - we had just shared an odd moment of pleasure beneath the clear summer sky.