I WOKE UP to see dusk lingering over the city. Tuesday. One day at a time another day I'm still alive. I get off the couch and head to the bathroom to freshen up getting ready for what today had to bring me. I walked into the kitchen thinking I had food but I haven't went shopping yet. It wouldn't be the first time waking up and not eating breakfast but, it still sounded good even though eating felt tasteless sometimes.
I look over at the time on the oven as I exit the kitchen to see it was 5 in the morning. I had an hour to waist but there was nothing that I could waist my time on or wanted to. Everything seem so black and white to me so, even if I did do something there wouldn't be a point in doing it if didn't make me feel as empty as I do now. Observing seem like the only thing I find alluring when it comes to leaving my room. I grab my satchel making sure I had everything in it before I left the door.
Taking the elevator to have some time to think alone in a confined space that I knew it wasn't likely I would run into people or more of the neighbor.
I never really thought about it till now but I didn't like the idea of neighbor especially nosey neighbors or the loud obnoxious ones. No matter what kind of neighbor they was I know for a fact that they get what they want and they won't be there for long. Whether they moved away or I did so what's the point in interaction with others.
I remember my mom always wanted me to experience what high school was like but she was so controlling so how could I. I remember when prom came around she took me shopping and got everything prepare along with a date for me to attend with me without MY consent. When college started I went to the dorms to get away from her. She wanted me to experience what college was suppose to feel like as well.
She would call and asked what I have been up to or what events I went to. I hadn't went to none the first couple of weeks because I just settled in. She even went out of her way to get my roommate to tag me along where ever she went to a event.Yet I felt empty and dreaded having a roommate along with events that happened every weekend or so because of her. I doubted my roommate liked me more than I did her or me for the matter.
I had my mind set on surviving in this cold harsh world that I didn't need companionship or compassion unless it came to work. I could careless what people had to say about me working to hard as long as I had what I needed. Just like everyone else did to me to get me in trouble or humiliate me because they were scared that I will take there position which I did over the years.
heading out of the front door I heard someone yawn loud.I was able to hear it was from the staircase as I look back to see no one come out. I shut the door not looking back just to see the sun comes behind clouds that hung low in the sky as I head in my car. Whoever they was they stay on my floor level and work late hours.
RING RING RING.....I reach over to my night stand to grab my phone. Opening my eyes look at my phone to turn off the alarm that wasn't going off. I still heard the ringing forgetting that I still had the old clock on my stand that just go off on its own. looking at the time on my phone I only had 30 mins to get to the office. i felt sluggish this morning maybe because of the cases I have waiting for me.
I could take a shower when I get back home today. since I only have to spend 4 hours at work and do research at home. ' I wonder if I will run into the new neighbor. It was only 5:30 I doubt they have work around this time or get up this early.'
He though but remember before the old man was the woman who flirted with him. she was up an at it at 4 in the morning every Friday night or so. Keeping him, from any sleep or the fact that he couldn't go back to sleep from all the screaming she did.
Shuddering in disgust he grabbed his briefcase and close the door. Deciding on taking the stairs today to get his daily walk in. I let out a loud yawn before I descend the steps after a good stretch . When he came down he checked his mail and saw next two his mail box was a last name of Foster. The old man last name was Jenkins so the landlord must of just change it last night.
There was only four apartment in this complex but they did have a rooftop . There is a elevator for people who couldn't do steps like the old man. The landlord keep one outta the four apartment open for his needs or a get way. I never get myself to involved into business that was unnecessary unless case wise.
He looked out the front door to see the sun shining brightly,and the gates to the little complex close shut. He rubbed his eyes thinking that the person who just left could have been his new neighbor. He been missing the new mysterious neighbor twice in a row and that's is unusual unless the neighbor purposely ignores him.
'Yet they haven't even met to be ignored by the neighbor maybe I'm thinking to much into it and should be happy that they haven't met yet.' he thought.
His thoughts where running his mind in circles that when he got to his office he couldn't even focus on the assignment at task.