I was having the most beautiful dream, but there was a noise, something foreign, something that should not have been there.
I awoke slowly, the noise was a steady thumping sound. At first I thought it my heartbeat, but I disregarded it as too cliche, no this was something else; what new mysteries awaited me as I drifted closer to the surface of my mind, the actions?
My eyes now opened, immediately I scanned the room for a cause to this heartbeat. For some reason I felt scared, unable to toss this barnacle of the subconscious back into the ocean. The noise felt like it was coming straight from the back of my brain, but after a moment or too of blinking and cat like stretching I opened my eyes for real this time and came to observe the thumping sound was coming from the wall behind me.
“My roommate is getting laid”
The words seemed to flash in my brain so nonchalantly, as if my own thought process was trying to desensitize the issue. Rolling my eyes at myself I turned over to stare at the clock on my dresser. The red lines read 3:48am but that intense red puzzle always has a way of always reading ‘horny’ somehow. I can’t help but hear a star trek computer voice saying ‘Time to be horny, Johnny’ every time I look at it late at night, laying beside a pile of loneliness.
With a ‘bah’ I got up out of bed and make my way to the window overlooking the street in my room. Outside I could see a bum rumaging through our garbage; “Humbug!” I added. My free time is mine to waste as I want, being lonely and horny is part of the deal. “You know the deal” I thought, pacing around my room for a moment before sitting back down on my bed, feet still on the floor facing forward in that eyes glazed over contemplative mode.
I stared down at my crotch. The boxers I had on were of a ‘Homer Simpson’ pattern. I considered the character. Here we have this fat, stupid yellow person and even he is getting laid on a constant basis. Homer Simpson… I chuckled at this. Even thinking about a cartoon I would not break from this state of mind; trapped by reason. I could masterbate; yes the thought was remarkably easier than what I had already decided on doing but I felt I needed to devote enough attention to that possibility, as to trick myself into thinking I’m not the asshole most women see when they look at men.
The thumping noise had disapeared, and it was with this that I began to pound away on my cellphone.
“Hello?”
“Hey… it’s me”
“Oh… hey…, um… what’s going on?”
“Come over, now”
“Ok! I’ll be there soon!”
I sat there, fiddling around with my computer. It was almost like a cat or dog to me, for all the special attention I gave it. I was trying to change the wallpaper when I heard my door start to open.
She knew by now not only how to get into my house, but to get to my room without being heard by the others. I swivled the computer chair around to stare at the women. She was not the most attractive in my books at all, but there was something about her that made up for everything else. Her smile: A medusa of intrigue, a work mental art which pries even my closed eyes open to look at - like some mechanic drain. My eyes playfully ran around her more modern, fashionable figure as I rose from the computer chair, she took a few more steps into the room - trying to look unexcited.
My higher intelligence laughed as I watched my body take over, step by step towards the now magestic women before me; step by step closer to the fire of my discontent. There is a point which you cross in these endevours, and I was getting fairly close to it - I had no intention of turning back.
I stopped before the angel, now on my tiptoes at the line, trying with all my might not to fall over. She stared up at me, accepting blue pools of thought, a pool I was about to dive into. Somewhere someone blinked and I was pushed over the edge. She dropped the bag I hadn’t even noticed as we rushed towards each other. We met, my larger frame engulfing the small nimph and continuing forward with my momentum into the door, closing it once again.
I attacked her mouth, writing down my thoughts on her narrow white tablets. I did not want to simply fuck this women, I wanted to annhilate her. I wanted a particle collision to produce nothing but pure energy. I turned her around, and reaching around her to undo her pants I breathed my intentions into her ear. I yannked down her pants, panties with them; this was not making love, this was lust, looking back I think if I would have wasted one more second I might have gone insane. I placed a hand on the doorknob for leverage, and then proceeded to open the door to her threshold.
On the other side of the door a small cat sat. Rays of screaming lust were visible from under the door, illuminating the cat’s indifferent face with a light of experience so much like the others it had seen with its inquisitive eyes.
hmmm…