I share a seven bedroom, two bath house with the understanding that I cannot bring someone else into the home for long periods of time, so no subletting. This is easily agreed upon as I don’t anticipate anything to facilitate a violation however, life being the unpredictable thing that it is opportunity comes along and there is no hesitation in breaking the law. After all would not life be dull without bending the rules from time to time. Hhhmmm?
1 a.m. Wednesday morning without warning, “No! No! No!” then a bedroom door flies open a woman’s voice, “Oh my god, oh my god,” the front door crashes open then slams hard.
“What the,” I startle awake. Sitting up in bed I look to the door and see a silhouette pressed against it, “Catalina is that you?”
“Ssshhh, they’re fighting.”
“Who,” I query eyes shut the brain fighting to stay in nirvana.
“Your roommates what’s his name and his girlfriend.”
“You mean Joshua the girlfriend I do not know, wonderful,” I comment in a tired, slurred voice.
Now resting against the headboard Catalina turns toward me remarking in hushed voice, “She’s crying saying ‘You’re trying to kill me, you’re trying to kill me.”
“Great,” adrenaline pumps as if passed from the warring lovebirds across the hall, I climb from bed naked and move behind Catalina at the door. Her ear is pressed to the door mine to hers.
Their door flies open startling the both of us we freeze as sobbing girlfriend runs down the hall again screaming, “No, no, no,” Joshua follows as the front door is yet again yanked open then slammed shut.
Still behind Catalina I relay, “I can only guess to the verbal mayhem unfolding at 1 a.m. on the front lawn. I hope all the neighbors are away or heavy sleepers.” Moments later the door flies open, slams shut and with heavy footsteps down the hall into the room slamming that door as well.
Catalina reads my mind, “Don’t they realize the time and that others live here, are trying to sleep?”
In whispered response, “I think they are on something, they seem to be oblivious to anything outside their world.”
Silence, long misleading silence.
Then, again the stifled, “You’re trying to kill,” trilogy accented with sobbing.
“Does this happen often,” Catalina questions.
“Just enough to keep me from becoming complacent,” comes my answer.
Standing close to Catalina I inhale a scent of lily perfume around her neck that excites she notices saying, “Alexander really?”
No sooner than those words pass her lips and unable to control the basic urge she turns into me; our turn to be oblivious of others our lips smack and tongues dance an ancient rhythm Catalina backs towards the bed I follow our lips locked. We collapse onto a firm, full size mattress entangled in each other’s ecstasy while the world outside goes crazy.
Entwined we drift off.