Notes From The Underground #10

     The Music sworls and whorls as the smoke filled room smells of sweet perfume.  The spinning colors of various shapes now define the landscape;  and two life forms meet in tentative embrace.  Strange and yet strangely familiar, they begin the process of rediscovery again.
     I am tired she says.

     A pause.

     ME too, he answers.
     They walk to the low brown shape.  A bed.  Lying down they touch and their thougths drift apart.
     It's good to see you again, she says as she studies the cheap painting on the wall.  Her thoughts drift to images of roadside velvet paintings and middle-aged white haired salesmen with full-size poodles.
     Yes it is, he answers, while his mind intently studies why he even agreed to meet her here.  Wouldn't his apartment have been nicer?  Of course, he knows his apartment is a mess:  a bachelor's pad which he never cleans.  "It's been a long time," her murmers to himself.  I should clean soon
     "Yes," she says, "but it's been worth it."
     His thoughts are interrupted as he realizes she was talking to him.  He searches for something meaningful to say, but realizes he hardly even knows her anymore.

     They had met seven years ago.  He was a factory worked turning out small plastic pieces for some machine that he didn't even know what it did.  She was a journalist.  Fresh our of college and trying to make her mark.  They ran into each other on 44th street...literally.  He knocked her down and her breifcase opened and all her papers flew in the wind.  He had apologized profusely but she was a witch, she was sure he had meant it!  After chasing thirty billion papers own the street, she finally burst out laughing and began to tell him how nothing that day was going right.  Her boss had given her a research assignment about the miniskirt and its importance in history.  She had spent the whole morning trying to come up with something but couldn't care less about the topic.  The library had three bomb scares and every time she left she had to start again.  Her dog had fleas and...could he ever forgive her for being such a bitch?  Would he have time for a cup of coffee?

     Her vibrance intrigued him at that time and he went with her.  Partly our of curiousity, and partly because he felt compelled.  They talked about thier past and they exchanged phone numbers.  They both thought nothing would come of it.