my hair up in a towel and head to my bedroom, deciding not to bother with blow drying it. I’ll probably regret this decision in the morning when I wake up with a scary rats nest on top of my head. I’m too exhausted to care at the moment.
Standing in front of my old, beat up, dresser I pull open the top drawer, reach inside and pull out a pair of plain white, no-frills, no-nonsense cotton panties and an old, ratty, short sleeved, black band t-shirt. My normal sleeping attire. Once satisfied with my choices I close the drawer, dressing quickly after.
Comfy pjs.
Perfect.
My bedroom fills my basic needs and nothing more. It’s bland really. Four white walls, lacking posters, framed photographs and mementos, knick-knacks, or keepsakes. Nothing to showcase my interests or my personality. Unless, of course, you look at it like I’m a basic person with a bland personality. Then it would be spot on.
There is, however, a few splashes of color on my bed. A black and lilac striped Ralph Lauren comforter, and pillows covered with lilac colored pillow cases decorate my full size bed. My two favorite colors.
My bed is pushed up against the wall below the room’s sole window. The window faces the street and I like to sleep with the blind open, flooding my entire room with dim light from the closest street lamp.
I scored an old, real hard wood, desk at Goodwill for a steal when we first moved in. it badly needed to be refurbished when I bought the thing. It still did because I’d done nothing with it other than use it as a space to rest my text books and my lap top on top of.
I’d bought my dresser at Goodwill the same day I bought my desk. Anna May had charmed her boyfriend at the time into hauling them home for me with his truck and then enlisting his friends to help him heft them up the stairs. If I’m not mistaken she broke up with him less than a week later, as was her way.
Deciding I’m much too tired to wait up for Anna May to come home, I switch my light off and climb into my bed. She can fill me in on the details of her hot (they were always hot) date in the morning. That is if she doesn’t end up brining him home with her. God, I really hoped that wasn’t the case because I wouldn’t be getting a whole lot of sleep if she did. The walls in this place were paper thin and she always made a whole lot ‘a noise. Some would call her a screamer.
As soon as I lay my head down I realize in my paranoia I left every light in the damn apartment except for my own on. Ugh. I drag my ass out of my comfy bed and head out of my room to turn them off. I have to pay half of the electricity bill, no way am I leaving them on to hike it up.
I’m flipping the last light switch off when there’s a knock on the apartment door.
A glance at the clock on the wall tells me it’s creeping up on three o’ clock in the morning.
Thinking that it’s my girl because it’s well past the normal time for visitors around here and perhaps she’s a wee bit drunk and can’t find her keys or something along those lines, (hey, it’s totally happened before) I walk towards the door muttering expletives the whole way there.
“Jesus H. Christ woman, relax. I’m coming, I’m coming.”
I slide the ball on the chain through the lock and slip it out, flip the bolt on the deadbolt and pull the door open slightly, towards me.
Boy, do I get a surprise.
The person standing on the other side of the door is most certainly not my roommate.
I have no frickin’ clue who this person is.
All my brain is registering is that it’s almost three o’ clock in the morning and this weird looking asshole is knocking on my door, wearing sunglasses no less.
Freaking sunglasses… at three ‘o clock in the morning!
Seriously, I have got to start using the damn peep hole. The thing is there for a reason, Shayne! I tell myself.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” I angrily snap at him. Yeah,
Standing in front of my old, beat up, dresser I pull open the top drawer, reach inside and pull out a pair of plain white, no-frills, no-nonsense cotton panties and an old, ratty, short sleeved, black band t-shirt. My normal sleeping attire. Once satisfied with my choices I close the drawer, dressing quickly after.
Comfy pjs.
Perfect.
My bedroom fills my basic needs and nothing more. It’s bland really. Four white walls, lacking posters, framed photographs and mementos, knick-knacks, or keepsakes. Nothing to showcase my interests or my personality. Unless, of course, you look at it like I’m a basic person with a bland personality. Then it would be spot on.
There is, however, a few splashes of color on my bed. A black and lilac striped Ralph Lauren comforter, and pillows covered with lilac colored pillow cases decorate my full size bed. My two favorite colors.
My bed is pushed up against the wall below the room’s sole window. The window faces the street and I like to sleep with the blind open, flooding my entire room with dim light from the closest street lamp.
I scored an old, real hard wood, desk at Goodwill for a steal when we first moved in. it badly needed to be refurbished when I bought the thing. It still did because I’d done nothing with it other than use it as a space to rest my text books and my lap top on top of.
I’d bought my dresser at Goodwill the same day I bought my desk. Anna May had charmed her boyfriend at the time into hauling them home for me with his truck and then enlisting his friends to help him heft them up the stairs. If I’m not mistaken she broke up with him less than a week later, as was her way.
Deciding I’m much too tired to wait up for Anna May to come home, I switch my light off and climb into my bed. She can fill me in on the details of her hot (they were always hot) date in the morning. That is if she doesn’t end up brining him home with her. God, I really hoped that wasn’t the case because I wouldn’t be getting a whole lot of sleep if she did. The walls in this place were paper thin and she always made a whole lot ‘a noise. Some would call her a screamer.
As soon as I lay my head down I realize in my paranoia I left every light in the damn apartment except for my own on. Ugh. I drag my ass out of my comfy bed and head out of my room to turn them off. I have to pay half of the electricity bill, no way am I leaving them on to hike it up.
I’m flipping the last light switch off when there’s a knock on the apartment door.
A glance at the clock on the wall tells me it’s creeping up on three o’ clock in the morning.
Thinking that it’s my girl because it’s well past the normal time for visitors around here and perhaps she’s a wee bit drunk and can’t find her keys or something along those lines, (hey, it’s totally happened before) I walk towards the door muttering expletives the whole way there.
“Jesus H. Christ woman, relax. I’m coming, I’m coming.”
I slide the ball on the chain through the lock and slip it out, flip the bolt on the deadbolt and pull the door open slightly, towards me.
Boy, do I get a surprise.
The person standing on the other side of the door is most certainly not my roommate.
I have no frickin’ clue who this person is.
All my brain is registering is that it’s almost three o’ clock in the morning and this weird looking asshole is knocking on my door, wearing sunglasses no less.
Freaking sunglasses… at three ‘o clock in the morning!
Seriously, I have got to start using the damn peep hole. The thing is there for a reason, Shayne! I tell myself.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” I angrily snap at him. Yeah,
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