Eyes of Black

Eyes of Black

The alarm on my phone jolts to life, sending out an annoying tune that cuts through the silence reserved only for this early in the morning. The time just before the birds have woke, just before people begin to drag themselves out of bed for their morning cereal. I blindly fumble my phone hoping to press snooze and the noise ceases, just ten more minutes of lying here before I have to face moving. My head spins and temples pulsate, a result from last night’s DTD. I risk opening my eyes to see the colours, sounds and illusions from last night spinning across the ceiling. Shit! I left them in. I need to take them out, even if only for an hour before work. I roll off the bed and fall to the floor and detangle myself from the duvet whilst stumbling towards the bathroom and awkwardly banging into the walls of the narrow corridor. I stick my un-cleaned fingers into my left eye and after 3 tragic attempts to pull out my Instacons they finally surrender and float at the top of a tube of sterile solution. Everything looks so bland, I can’t imagine my world without them. Continue reading “Eyes of Black”

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Forty-Five Minutes

 

I don’t know who you are but you’ve sat opposite me, it’s not busy and there’s not a lack of unoccupied tables that you could repeatedly rattle your expensive charm bracelet across each time you reach for your drink. Did you even ask me if you could take the scantily upholstered seat less than an arms length away from me? You carelessly threw yourself onto the furniture, scraping against the cheap imitation of a wooden floor, raised the side of your mouth in a half smile and glanced into my unfamiliar eyes with an impatient expectance. I go back to staring at the laptop screen in front of me filled with figures reporting how many units of tampons we’ve sold, how great the company is demonstrated in various graphs and how many women prefer the smooth applicator to sticking it up with their finger. Continue reading “Forty-Five Minutes”