What the ceiling saw (Can you guess which one's me?)
Nov 3., 1:54 AM.
Three scantily clad end-of-adolescence teens lie spaced out on the floor.
From right to left:
#1. A topless girl with matted hair ejaculates incoherences at random and lies face down on a slightly damp shag, pink throw-rug. Her arm is wrapped tightly around the upper thigh of #2, the figure in the middle.
#2. The middle woman is laying with her body turned opposite #1. She answers girl #1's rambling chatter with blunt logic ("I will not have sex with you.") that #1 will surely forget the next day, along with all memories of the embarrassing truths she revealed of herself. #2's left arm is tangled up in the arm of a sleeping boy, #3, and her hand in his hair. Running circles with her index finger, she looks at him blankly, hazily remembering and attempting to analyse their earlier activities. Of course, this is fruitless, considering these said activities had no point, purpose, or direction. Much like #2's life, she thinks.
#3. Thick, matted black hair frames the peaceful yet flushed face of the youth. His over-sized sweater is contorted, revealing his pale, flat stomach. His face is mostly smooth, save for a light trace of stubble around the rim of his face. His sleeping face is one of confusion. As girl #1 lets out a strangled cry of, "I LOVE JOE!" #3 rouses and blinks his eyes furiously. #2 strokes his eyebrow and stubble and he returns to his hazy dreams.
Two other girls take up the beds kitty-corner each-other:
#4. With her back turned to the debauchery occurring on her own dorm room floor, #4 fervently sends clumsily typed text-messages to her currently absent boyfriend. Her attention is snapped back to said debauchery as #1 proclaims, "WHY WONT YOU HAVE SEX WITH ME!" inducing a fit of laughter from #2 and #4. #3 rouses again, only to be quieted and soothed by #2.
#5. Unabashed and disconnected from the lewd behavior before her, #5 lays quietly on the bed with headphones on, not even batting an eyelash. The game she plays on her hand-held device entices her into a wondrous world of courtroom drama. 'Objection!' reads the screen.
She smiles coyly.
'Overruled!'
Three scantily clad end-of-adolescence teens lie spaced out on the floor.
From right to left:
#1. A topless girl with matted hair ejaculates incoherences at random and lies face down on a slightly damp shag, pink throw-rug. Her arm is wrapped tightly around the upper thigh of #2, the figure in the middle.
#2. The middle woman is laying with her body turned opposite #1. She answers girl #1's rambling chatter with blunt logic ("I will not have sex with you.") that #1 will surely forget the next day, along with all memories of the embarrassing truths she revealed of herself. #2's left arm is tangled up in the arm of a sleeping boy, #3, and her hand in his hair. Running circles with her index finger, she looks at him blankly, hazily remembering and attempting to analyse their earlier activities. Of course, this is fruitless, considering these said activities had no point, purpose, or direction. Much like #2's life, she thinks.
#3. Thick, matted black hair frames the peaceful yet flushed face of the youth. His over-sized sweater is contorted, revealing his pale, flat stomach. His face is mostly smooth, save for a light trace of stubble around the rim of his face. His sleeping face is one of confusion. As girl #1 lets out a strangled cry of, "I LOVE JOE!" #3 rouses and blinks his eyes furiously. #2 strokes his eyebrow and stubble and he returns to his hazy dreams.
Two other girls take up the beds kitty-corner each-other:
#4. With her back turned to the debauchery occurring on her own dorm room floor, #4 fervently sends clumsily typed text-messages to her currently absent boyfriend. Her attention is snapped back to said debauchery as #1 proclaims, "WHY WONT YOU HAVE SEX WITH ME!" inducing a fit of laughter from #2 and #4. #3 rouses again, only to be quieted and soothed by #2.
#5. Unabashed and disconnected from the lewd behavior before her, #5 lays quietly on the bed with headphones on, not even batting an eyelash. The game she plays on her hand-held device entices her into a wondrous world of courtroom drama. 'Objection!' reads the screen.
She smiles coyly.
'Overruled!'