The Girl
God I wish her well…
OK, not exactly the most upbeat of stories, but I saw this girl today. She was just so brilliant; a true presence on the Number 4 subway train. She stood by the doors, facing inward. She would only open her eyes at the station stops. Otherwise, she looked as if she could be dead; eyes closed, lips pursed and skin as ashen as I have ever seen. She was the highlight of my day, my week, perhaps even my pathetic month. I do not know her true story, but here is what I imagined it to be…
She woke up; at 6:03 AM, as always. She wakes up at 6:03 AM to remind her of the day her life changed forever. That was the exact time that she received the call that her boyfriend had died in a plane crash over Italy. Actually, the time in the US was 1:03 AM, but he traveled so often that the time conversion was instant in her head. It’s been 2 years, one month and four days since the call. Still, she misses him at the same time every day.
Upon waking, she removes his beat up Fordham t-shirt and gets in the shower. She has no meetings today, so pants are on option. That being the case, shaving her legs will not happen. She wonders when she started brushing her teeth in the shower. She used to do it at the sink. Not important enough to continue her thought, she moves on to the day ahead.
As she dries of her nearly perfect body with a sea foam green towel, she looks in the mirror. She smiles like an angel; she is beautiful. Then she cries. Just for one minute, like she does every day. She rewashes her face and moves to the next step of her well planned life. She has no idea what will happen to her in just two short hours.
To be continued…
Song of the Day: Dirty Boulevard, by Lou Reed
OK, not exactly the most upbeat of stories, but I saw this girl today. She was just so brilliant; a true presence on the Number 4 subway train. She stood by the doors, facing inward. She would only open her eyes at the station stops. Otherwise, she looked as if she could be dead; eyes closed, lips pursed and skin as ashen as I have ever seen. She was the highlight of my day, my week, perhaps even my pathetic month. I do not know her true story, but here is what I imagined it to be…
She woke up; at 6:03 AM, as always. She wakes up at 6:03 AM to remind her of the day her life changed forever. That was the exact time that she received the call that her boyfriend had died in a plane crash over Italy. Actually, the time in the US was 1:03 AM, but he traveled so often that the time conversion was instant in her head. It’s been 2 years, one month and four days since the call. Still, she misses him at the same time every day.
Upon waking, she removes his beat up Fordham t-shirt and gets in the shower. She has no meetings today, so pants are on option. That being the case, shaving her legs will not happen. She wonders when she started brushing her teeth in the shower. She used to do it at the sink. Not important enough to continue her thought, she moves on to the day ahead.
As she dries of her nearly perfect body with a sea foam green towel, she looks in the mirror. She smiles like an angel; she is beautiful. Then she cries. Just for one minute, like she does every day. She rewashes her face and moves to the next step of her well planned life. She has no idea what will happen to her in just two short hours.
To be continued…
Song of the Day: Dirty Boulevard, by Lou Reed
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