The clock cannot tick
faster nor the sun set earlier. I am just sitting here in the study area, this
is the depressing dark part of the library. I cannot believe this is still part of the library, it
is corrupt with the smell of cigarette
smoke, cheap cologne, mint sweets and sweat. I have actually never seen the
Library Guard do his rounds this side. It is best I find my way home and prepare for the night ahead. The campus bus
is right on time, and the friendly driver is back on duty. I hope he has
completely healed from his kidney infection. I rushed to the bus stop, stepped
onto the bus, swiped my tag and greeted the bus driver with a pleasant smile
and asked him how he was doing, he was not completely healthy, but his leave
days were exhausted and had to get back to work. I felt sorry for him but proud
that he is doing his best for the well-being of his family, such men are
becoming scarce these days.
The bus ride can be thirty
to forty minutes long, depending on traffic. When I sat down I felt exhausted
and drained. All day long I have been thinking about Leto, he has
become an absolute obsession, so I took this time to rest my mind and take a
nap. I have to end this
madness tonight before I have a meltdown, my head already feels heavy. The bus ride felt too short compared to other
days and as soon as it stopped I was out the door. I took a brisk walk to the
student residence, I thought I should burn some calories ahead of tonight’s
dinner.
I rushed to the shower
room as soon as I got to my room, I had already picked out a lovely blue
cocktail dress the previous day, but I did not want to be too dressed up, so I
toned it down with black pumps. I continued to visualize the impending date as
I got ready. My questions were ready. I will ask him about our relationship, if
there is any. I will ask him about our phone calls and text messages. He once
said we are bonding, what bond is it?
Oh No! What was I doing?
What have I been thinking? Look at the time! There is no no turning
back, Leto will be here soon.
To be continued…
My least favorite words in this piece: "To be continued..."
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