Hello?
Hey babe. You sleeping?
Yea, sort of. What's up?
Oh just wondered whether you want to chill with me and watch a movie.
Uhhh ok. Hang on haven't you slept?
Not really, i can't sleep.
Uhh ok, fine give me about an hour.
Alright, see you soon babe.
*click*
Extremely tired she arrives an hour and a half later and rings the doorbell. The door opens and the only light on is the one in the hallway and the light that emits from the tv. The rest of the living room is dark as the curtains are drawn shut. The smell of burnt tabacco stains the cold air.
They sit on the couch and chit chat about random topics. He lights a cigarette and gestures whether she wants one. And like an adult passing a child a lollipop, she nods and says thanks.
He then later shows her a stack of newly bought DVDs [still in its' original plastic wrapping with the price tag still on]. She browses through it, creating two stacks; Possibilities and No thanks. It's down to three and without hesitation UltraViolet is the chosen one.
He suggests bringing the pillows from the couch on to the floor to create a makeshift mini mattress. The doona is pulled from the bedroom along with the pillows. By which time she doesn't think much about it. And props up the pillow and covers herself under the doona to shield herself from the cold air.
Within minutes of lying there, he joins her under the cover and inches closer. And before the movie has already begun he's making his move on her. Suddenly she realises what's going on but doesn't fight back. And within seconds realises WHY she was called over.
The movie begins and she backs off to catch what the voice over is saying. And it doesn't take long for him to run his hands along her leg. She lays still, unsure of what to do. He sweeps his hand over her lightly as though caressing a docile cat. At which time the only thoughts running through her head is, Stay or go?
If she leaves, she has nowhere to go to except home... alone. She debates with herself as to what she should do. But comes to a conclusion that she is just another number AND he is only just another to add to her list.
...
Five or so hours later, she opens her eyes after having fallen asleep for an hour so. Only then to realise what she has done. Feeling empty and not satisfied she scrambles around in the dark looking for her articles of clothing hoping not to wake whom lies beside her fast asleep.
She stares at her reflection with disbelief and fixes her hair. For a few minutes she feels the detachment that prostitutes must feel. The only difference was there was no monetary exchange, only two lit cigarettes and two "thank you, it was nice".
She wakes him to say good-bye and shuts the door behind her along with her dignity.
Hey babe. You sleeping?
Yea, sort of. What's up?
Oh just wondered whether you want to chill with me and watch a movie.
Uhhh ok. Hang on haven't you slept?
Not really, i can't sleep.
Uhh ok, fine give me about an hour.
Alright, see you soon babe.
*click*
Extremely tired she arrives an hour and a half later and rings the doorbell. The door opens and the only light on is the one in the hallway and the light that emits from the tv. The rest of the living room is dark as the curtains are drawn shut. The smell of burnt tabacco stains the cold air.
They sit on the couch and chit chat about random topics. He lights a cigarette and gestures whether she wants one. And like an adult passing a child a lollipop, she nods and says thanks.
He then later shows her a stack of newly bought DVDs [still in its' original plastic wrapping with the price tag still on]. She browses through it, creating two stacks; Possibilities and No thanks. It's down to three and without hesitation UltraViolet is the chosen one.
He suggests bringing the pillows from the couch on to the floor to create a makeshift mini mattress. The doona is pulled from the bedroom along with the pillows. By which time she doesn't think much about it. And props up the pillow and covers herself under the doona to shield herself from the cold air.
Within minutes of lying there, he joins her under the cover and inches closer. And before the movie has already begun he's making his move on her. Suddenly she realises what's going on but doesn't fight back. And within seconds realises WHY she was called over.
The movie begins and she backs off to catch what the voice over is saying. And it doesn't take long for him to run his hands along her leg. She lays still, unsure of what to do. He sweeps his hand over her lightly as though caressing a docile cat. At which time the only thoughts running through her head is, Stay or go?
If she leaves, she has nowhere to go to except home... alone. She debates with herself as to what she should do. But comes to a conclusion that she is just another number AND he is only just another to add to her list.
...
Five or so hours later, she opens her eyes after having fallen asleep for an hour so. Only then to realise what she has done. Feeling empty and not satisfied she scrambles around in the dark looking for her articles of clothing hoping not to wake whom lies beside her fast asleep.
She stares at her reflection with disbelief and fixes her hair. For a few minutes she feels the detachment that prostitutes must feel. The only difference was there was no monetary exchange, only two lit cigarettes and two "thank you, it was nice".
She wakes him to say good-bye and shuts the door behind her along with her dignity.
6 comments:
sometimes, the stuff you writes makes me cry.....really :(
I love you so much little sister. You're so much better than you know.
I love you too.
Very well written.
makes you ponder about the past.
thanks hun... *curtsies*
Poetry in motion. One of the most moving blog entries I've ever read.
Take care babes.
Appreciate that, dave... thanks.
And i must admit, it was written with true honesty and emotion [or lack of there after] but perhaps it is this bitter truth that actually has more meaning and is as raw as it can be.
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