"Stephen! Stop staring and answer
"...Tuesday...I will give it to you on Tuesday...the rent, I'll give the
rent on Tuesday, Mrs. Higgins."
"Alright then, I will come back in two days. I hope you have the rent
ready by then. Otherwise, another tenant will occupy this room."
With that, she turned and walked out. Hey, she's got a nice...That's enough, my
mind declared. Naughty thoughts dissolved.
Two days. How am I going to arrange four hundred dollars in two days? Who can I
ask? Who? These questions remained in mind, the pumpkin pie remained untouched.
Which was a good thing. A few meters
past, I stopped and appeared to adjust my shoes when in fact I had stopped
expressly to sneak a glance at her. There she stood, offering a magnificent
view of her toned body. Alongside her stood a tall man and a child in a pram.
Naughty thoughts turned guilty at once. The glow of familial happiness sapped
my mind and pushed me out of the park. It's funny how beautiful she looked when
I thought she was available and how plain she looked when I saw she was, or
seemed, happily married.
The alarm went off the moment I seemed
to enter the sandman's destination. Typical. A good night's sleep was a rarity –
whenever I felt as if I had slept well, I often felt tired, sleepy and puzzled
while whenever I felt as if I hadn't, I often felt relaxed, energetic and
alive. The mystery of perceived comfort versus actual comfort remains unsolved.
A quick shower, bitingly cold yet reassuring, removed the remaining traces of
the sandman. The next user of the bathroom wouldn't be up until after my first
class. Bathroom singing auditions remained between the other two tenants.