Feb 07, 2009 16:55
Woke up in the attic. The night before I drank Sol. He was gone.
I wondered why it was so cold and then I crawled to the only window in the attic. It was raining. I walked down stairs and realized they were gone too: no one was home. So I smoked my last cigarette.
Went walking around in the rain with a coat.
Saw a young girl undressing in a window.
People looked like they wanted to give me money.
Later, I went to a pity party.
I left and took my shoes off to trudge in the puddles while talking to myself sometimes getting on my knees in the puddles, sometimes laying in them. Then I snuck into someones backyard and put my feet in the pool. Tried to see if people were having sex in the house. I figure, one day I'll have to see it again. Truthfully, I just wanted to see someone doing something in the house. But it was deserted with sleep.
Later, I went to his open window and thought they'd be having sex. So I just stood there.
His head came up to meet me and there was no recognition is his face.
"Oh, Becca? Are you okay?"
I just turn and walk to the door.
"I didn't even recognize you. I mean, that's the first time I've never recognized you. Crazy. . . What's wrong with you? Where have you been? Dante came by looking for you."
"Really? I'm fine. . ."
I warm my feet and find glass in them; too cold to notice.
He hands me a towel.