It’s
3 hours past midnight
I
wake up to the incessant buzzing of the damned cellphone
they
were made to make life easier
I
dont see it.
I
pick up the phone, see an unknown number calling
and
I answer it
common
sense still sleeping inside the warm folds of my brain
nothing
good ever happens after 2am; my common sense knew.
It
is the guy from across the park
says
he needs to see me, now.
I
wonder what it is
but
my common sense is wide awake as well now
I
tell him its too late, he should go back inside, sleep.
He
tells me he cant. He needs to see me
I
wonder, “why not, I might even get a smoke for free”
and
I sneak out of the house
my
family still peacefully unaware
and
my dog too old to bother barking at visiters
he’s
standing on the porch
Its
way too cold but the slow burning cigarette helps
we
take a walk
I
still dont know why he had to see me
suddenly
he reaches for my hand to hold it and i pull back
“I
dont hold hands” , I tell him
he
laughs and asks me why not
I
smile and say, “it feels weird”
I
couldnt tell him my hands get too comfortable to the warmth too
easily
We
continue walking and reach back to my porch
I
still dont know why he had to see me
I
wish him goodnight and start to walk away
suddenly
he hugs me
I
dont hug him back
he
asks me why not
I
just smile and say “it feels weird”
I
couldnt tell him my body gets too comfortable too soon
I
slip inside the covers, pulling the blankets over my head
I
am safe again
I
sleep.
It’s
3 hours past midnight
I
wake up to the incessant buzzing of the damned cellphone
they
were made to make life easier
I
still dont see it
I
pick up the phone, my common sense asleep again
Its
the guy from across the park, again.
“I
need to see you”, he tells me, again
this
time I dont refuse
determined
to find out why he needs to see me tonight
I
sneak out of my house
He
flashes the headlights of his car
I
walk towards it
he
opens the door and I sit inside
He
smells of rum and smoke
“just
a small office party” he tells me
“you
must be tired” I say and try to walk out
he
snaps the locks in place and asks me to stay
asking
me a question without the option to answer
“you
dont seem alright, you should sleep” I tell him as I furiously
fiddle with the lock
“she
left me” he said and pushed himself on top of me
his
weight too heavy to move
he
plants a rough distant kiss on my lips as he pins me down
I
kick him as hard as I could with my quivering leg
and
start to run back home as fast as my feet allowed me
he
pulls at my hand and throws me against the wall
his
lips hurt more than the rocky wall against my back
Finally,
he looks into my eyes for the first time
pulls
me close hugs me tight
I
refuse to hug him back
he
lets go off me and smiles
“I
wonder why you dont hug” he says.
