Radical Dreamer

Sometimes I just want to escape.

That’s what I was really thinking. My ex had called me earlier that morning about getting some coffee ‘or something,’ and for some reason I relented to it. I didn’t really want to talk to him after the break-up, but we remained friends of sorts. I guess I was bored, so I agreed. I sat there mixing the cream into my cup, gently stirring it with a spoon continually as I pretended to listen to the rants. The meet up was only an opportunity for him to spill out his problems to someone he thought cared, too bad I didn’t.

It was then that I felt how much I wanted to escape. Not from this moment (though that’d be nice), but just from everything. I don’t why. It’s not a new feeling though.

After I sipped the final traces of creamy foam from my cup I put my coat back on and told my ex that I had to leave for an appointment.  He walked with me outside and told me how much appreciated my listening ear and tried to kiss me on the lips, but I turned my head and he ended leaving a small peck on the cheek. I reminded him that we were no longer dating and he gave an embarrassed nod. I walked away.

I didn’t really have an appointment to go to. I had finished my drink and wanted to leave, that’s all.

I pulled out my cell phone to loot at the time-2:13, s**t, too early in the day to have nothing to do. I went into a grocery store to pick up some snacks and some beer. Nothing kills time better then a nice bottle of alcohol. As I went into to back to grab a case of Smirnoff I noticed a man looking about me. A man looking at me is nothing foreign, I knew that I was fairly good-looking, however-I felt a sense of familiarity with this man. But he was a stranger, so I didn’t know him. Even as I was trying to dismiss it I couldn’t help but ponder about him as I paid as left the store.

I took the long way home (I wanted to kill time, remember?) and turned on the television to some random crap, opened the bottle of Smirnoff, drank, and didn’t remember.

Everything was numb when I opened my eyes. I managed to fall asleep apparently, the television was still on too. I went across the room and turned off the set and looked at the digital clock-7:46, at least some of the day had gone. There was still some light outside and I decided to get some fresh air.

As I stepped outside the apartment I noticed the man from the grocery store, he waved at me and I waved back shyly. He walked over to me “Hi,” I returned the greeting. “Would you like a cigarette?” I declined telling him I didn’t smoke. I watched him light his cigarette and followed the smoke with my eyes as it drifted into the atmosphere.

“My name is Iseult. What’s yours?” I told him, and laughed a little at his name. He smiled, and realized that he was quite handsome. I still couldn’t place the familiarity of him, but he no longer generated the same unease as before. I looked at my cell phone-9:02, I was surprised how fast the time had passed. I asked him if he wanted to come inside, “Sure.”

I offered him a beer “No thanks, I don’t drink,” I grabbed one for myself anyway. For some reason I told him that he seemed familiar, he smiled at that. “Do you ever feel like you want to escape?” It surprised me, but I explained to him that I did. I wanted to escape the daily reality to some fantasy world, or at least a world with some sort of magic touch. This one is too real for me. “C’mon I want to show you something.”

He walked towards my bedroom, I frowned. I was hoping he would be more then the let-me-show-you-me-penis gimmick. But a f**k is a f**k, and I had nothing better to do (it’d kill time after all). I followed him to my room and looked inside. I smiled and turned to him “Thank you, Iseult.” I kissed him on the lips and closed the door.