I am going off to work now! A very feminine voice hollers through the bathroom door. I grunt through the foam in my mouth as I brush my teeth vigorously. We are meeting tonight for dinner, right? I grunt again. Bye! I grunt louder as I heard the front door bang shut.
Thats my roommate. Two months ago, she was still a penpal I never met but that did not stop me from arriving at her door step begging her for a place to stay. Now, two weeks later, I had made myself very much at home in her rented apartment. And the beauty of it is I dont have access to entertainment news back home so I have no cause to remind myself of him at all.
But it is all a lie if I say thoughts of him never cross my mind, especially in the dead of the night. Is it the distance that gave me the false sense of security? I had gotten slack in my beliefs. I no longer insist that we are friends but I am still unable to or I dont want to put a clear tag on what he is to me.
Humming lightly, I brushed my hair happily. The thought of returning had crossed my mind but immediately discarded by the escapist in me. Nothing can make me leave my safe haven for now.
What should I do today? I mused aloud as I made my way to the kitchen. Standing akimbo at the entrance I surveyed the damages. Dirty dishes, greasy walls and a big load of laundry met my eyes as I sigh loudly. Chores time! I exclaimed loudly and giggle before rolling up my sleeves to tackle the dirty dishes first.
Chopin jumped up onto the counter top next to the sink and mew loudly at me in protest. Ok, ok, hold your horses! Ill give you a nice big breakfast after Ive done the dishes. I coax it like a toddler. And a bath too! At the word bath, my capricious cat jumped off the counter and made a dash for the nearest dark corner to hide. I chuckled knowingly since I have not failed yet at giving it a bath when I chose to.
After battling the dishes and scrubbing the walls, I finally made my way to the washing machine. What a load! I whimper but nevertheless I had to do it.
Chopin, get the door! I hollered jokingly when the doorbell starts making a racket. After hitting the start button on the machine and hearing it whirred into life, I made my way to the door. Coming! Coming!
The visitor outside the door shocked me so badly that my first instinct was to slam the door in his face. With my back against it, I took in air greedily to steady my nerves. The shock gave way to disbelief and I laugh nervously totally convinced that it is all a hallucination. I jumped again when the doorbell starts chiming merrily. The caller had kept his finger on the pushbutton letting the chiming continue.
He won. I opened the door and through the small crack I once again ascertain that the caller is indeed he. With an inward sigh, I pull the door open wider.
