Oneirataxia

4.

I pressed the numbers to unlock my door. It was dark inside. Several other buildings blocked the sunlight from entering my place.

I went in, he followed me.

He sat in the couch admiring the inner beauty of the apartment.

I went and opened the curtains, which let some after-rain ray to barge inside. The room was lit up again. The dim orange ray of the setting sun.

The sunset reminded me of him. I always met him during sunsets.

He turned back to face me, the sunrays hit his face. Never in my life I'd witnessed such beauty. His eyes seemed to be of jade green colour now. He never told me about it but I'd always seen it, how beautiful his eyes looked when it changed colours. His iridescent eyes.

"do you know that I'm a great cook?" he asked me. No, I had never known much about him. He got up and went to the kitchen.

I followed him, "what are you doing?" I asked him. "where are the pans kept?" he asked me. He started searching for the pans in every place he could find.

"what are u doing?" I repeated the question. He stopped his search and turned sideways to face me. "Ain't it obvious I'm cooking dinner" he placed his hands on the preparation area.

"Oh, I thought- I thought-" I stammered. I was deeply embarrassed.

He turned his whole body sideways to wards me, "wait- you didn't think that I was here for Something else right?" he pointed his index towards me and let out a small laugh covering his mouth with the other hand.

Again. It's that small feeling again, it makes me want to run away from this world with him and never come back.

"do what ever you want, I'll be in the shower" I went acting pissed but little did he know inside my heart I could feel butterflies surrounding it.

"wait at least tell me where the things are".

"find it out yourself and dare you make a mess in the kitchen" I spoke loudly from the room.

I could hear his sigh. I grabbed my towel and peeked at him one last time before getting into the shower. He looked lost and clueless.

I smiled. He triggered it, my emotions seemed to be swelling up in my heart and once it had reached it's boiling point, the curl on my lips formed automatically.

I got out of the shower with my towel on, I'd forgotten my changing clothes back at my room.

I wore my black laced panties and a bra to match with them. I picked up an oversized T-shirt and was about to put it on, suddenly there was a creak on my room door.

"Kai dinner is-" it was Yoshida of course. That was obvious because only he was there in here, except me.

He regretted it I could see it in his face. His cheeks were red, he was blushing. I could see a bulge forming in his groin. I grabbed the towel from my bed and put it like a shield in front of my body so it wouldn't be visible.

"i-im s-sorry" he put his plam in front of his eyes and went out of the room closing it behind.

After dinner, I did the dishes and he sat down.

"I need a favour" he blurted out.

"yes?"

"can I stay over night?"

Stay over night? all this time he was here for that? not a surprise I was a fool to let him come in. "I can explain" he sighed.

"I've been desperate, I just need a warm place to stay. My rooms too cold I don't want to go back"

Let me give him what he wants then, it just going to be for a day and the next day he'll already be tired of me, no big deal.

"Let's get it over with then" I put my apron down and went to my room. He followed me.

I started opening my clothes to get full naked.

"what are you doing?" he asked

"Weren't you here for this?"

"you now what? it's fine, I think I'll actually go. I have feelings you know? I'm not all about sex"

He seemed pissed, he picked up his bag from the couch and went. I could hear the main door slam from my room.

It all happened in an instant I didn't even had the time to stop him. Nor process what had just happened right now.

But I knew I was gonna regret it, chills formed down my spine and everything seemed inhospitable once he was gone.

I turned off the lights, opened the windows and grabbed a book from my shelf. Of course it was "the notebook" by one of my favorite authors Nicholas spark. I'd read it a hundred times and I'd nerve get bored.

That book was years old, it was my first purchase ever. Every ounce of money I earned then, I would spend it in books.

In my old home, more like a bar we were given monthly income, not much it depended on the mood of our boss.

Some days it would be 10 dollars and the other days it would be 100 dollars.

My first salary I'd earned was an amount of 6 dollars. The bar hadn't been doing well. That's when I picked out the book.

The lucent moon up in the sky alone, it made me comfortable. The feeling that there is someone else who is lonely besides me. It gave me so much comfort.

The turned the page and that's how I'd spend most of my nights.