Oh, beautiful… 01:18… It was a pretty cold night, even for the middle of autumn… You were rushing to your little apartment, pulling the collar of your leather coat over your mouth, trying to keep warm…
You weren't exactly scared of the dark, but when the shadows are dancing and the clicking of your heals becomes hypnotic, you weren't far from breaking into a sprint, just to get all cuddled on your bed, with your dream catcher watching over you.
Couldn't you just imagine: after the longest day at college and a new perky co-worker at your crappy low-paid job, even the doorknob was giving you shit! So you struggled your way in and dropped your coat on the overflowing sofa, not caring about the overall mess you were living in – not like you ever invited people over… Ugh, all you wanted was a cold glass of wine and a warm blanket. You knew you had both…somewhere…under all the mess…
You pulled the cover from your bed, got a clean glass and sat on your terrace with the wine in your lap. Wow, plummeting into depression and alcoholism is much more fun when it happens to you than to someone else… Crap, stop that thought!
Throwing your head up, you noticed for the first time in a long period how beautiful the night sky is, decorated with sparkling stars, quilted with dark mist…
You got up, stretched your aching shoulders and back and let your hair down… As you were stretching your neck by turning your head to the side, you noticed a tall dark figure, sitting on a little terrace of their own, enjoying a glass of drink and staring into the distance. Exactly what you were about to do. At least before you noticed the brightest, probably most sparkling cat-like blue eyes on the face of this earth. Belonging to the person sitting across from you.
Thinking they didn't notice you, you sat down and sipped some of your wine. Your typewriter was next to you, on the ground and you lazily picked it up. You felt another one of your well known insomnia fits about to kick in, so you decided you'd write what you could of your paper, which was due tomorrow, instead of asking for another week.
You had taken up anatomy last semester, just because you felt like it… Aside from your job and, obviously, college, you gave private lessons in English Literature and French. You had a double major in Latin and Psychology cause you needed something to fall back on if your career in writing and painting went down the drain. Yes, a lot of achievements and even more assertiveness at the fairly young age of 20…
As you may have deducted, your main issue was taking up too much upon yourself.
Back to your more pressing problem: the essay…
It was kind of a romanticized paper on the human heart. You envisioned it having to do with mythology, ancient customs having to do with the heart – the sacrificial aspect of it in other cultures, customs of eating your enemy's heart, what it represented; the etymology, some recent studies on the human condition and the more poetic romantic side: the chemistry of love and emotion in general – racing heartbeat, heartbreak and diseases causing your rate to increase or decrease… All of which demanded long hours of losing your already damaged eyesight in the poorly lit library doing excruciating research. Which you were too busy for.
You just settled on writing a few theses since you knew damn well that getting started was hardest.
A few lines and a few sips later, you had had enough. You looked around again and saw the spellbinding eyes make their way back in the apartment along with the rest of the body. Sighing, you decided to finish off your glass and head back in the apartment to try to get some sleep.