Belly
On my way out of my psychology class, I make a mental note to stop by my postal box in the lobby of the building that me and Tay dorm. I make my way through crowds of students that roam outside of campus. It feels like the sun is beaming straight on Madrid today but the slight wind makes it perfect for everyone to go outside. I walk into the building and go to the main desk where Benito, the person in charge of the mail, stands.
"Tengo alguna electrónico?" I ask him.
"Yourr spanish is a getting betterr," he rolls his r's in the cutest way, "espera un momento. I will check."
I stand there waiting for him to come back and when he does, I'm surprised. I usually don't get a whole package. It's probably just my mom finally giving in and sending me some candy I've been craving. He hands me the box and after we talk for a little, I make my way to my empty dorm. Tay probably is with her boyfriend..again. Typical. I set the package down and look who its from.
Conrad Fisher
53867 Main St.
San Francisco, California, 94103
My eyes are probably not working right now. This can't be real. I might be high off the heat here. He can't be sending me anything. He should have fallen off the face of my world when I got here. I can't let the possibility of past feelings to come back to me. Spain is my escape. I HAVE to be seeing things wrong. I look again and there's his name. I run my hand over the familiar handwriting where the pen indents the cardboard box. It's real. This is real. I'm not dreaming.
I throw on my bathing suit, put on my old Cousins shirt and shorts, and go to the campus's indoor pool just a few buildings away. Thankfully, it's empty because everyone is in the outdoor pool.
I dive into the water and stay there hoping what I had just saw would drown if I stayed under long enough. One second turns into one minute and then one minute and thirty seconds. I'm waiting for the hopeful reality to kick in to tell me that he really didn't send me something. One minute fourty-five seconds and still waiting for this to be a delusion. Two minute mark. I resurface and meet my reality.
He really sent me something.
Conrad just gave me a reason to think about him again.
He is back in my mind full clock.
I lay back and float and say to absolutely no one, "Well shit I'm screwed."