A story of me and miles.

Part 1 of the interesting story of how the unlikely attract.

The outer city apartment lays dormant in the early hours of the morning. Little specs of dust are illuminated by the warm orange light seeping from the almost drawn curtains. Her petite circle table sits alone in a room that is almost void of furniture. Coffee cups and stains lay riddled about her things, the most stained things are her prestigious magazines which she wastes the little money she has to buy in the vain attempt to seem like she has it all worked out. Haint blue paint peels from the ceiling soundlessly recoiling into spirals of blue luck. The paint is significant. Its part of her soul, she spent days upon days searching but never finding the colour, that colour that she felt truly suited her. Constantly lost in a field of colour swatches, she felt awash with anxiousness, but that was when she found the colour 'Haint Blue'. The old ripped newspaper beside her bed is open to an article about the colour, the headline reads 'Blue Saves Souls'. This was no coincidence, she had done her research and this was the colour for her. In Latin America they used to paint the overhangs to all the openings of their houses with it, it represented a barrier - a barrier which with the colour just right would keep the lost souls of love long lost from haunting the family inside. Kate - that's her name - was not an openly suspicious person, sure when she ate by herself she would throw the occasional salt flake behind her shoulders but quietly she thought to herself this was all for good measure. I mean 'What if the devil is behind her?'. So if there was a paint that kept the souls of lovers lost in dispair, she was damn well going to paint her whole apartment with it. A beam of saturated light cascades gently over her hardwood floor and the very tip of the ray grasps at the ball of her bare foot. Her feet hang just over the edge of her mattress and her seemingly bare body is draped with a fluffy goose feather doovay that Jules got her when he went to Sweden. She really didn't want it, being a vegan it was almost contradictory, but it was so perfect. When it was hot the doona was light and airy like sleeping under a cloud and in the winter it cuddled her like the wisest doonas should. This doona had been there for her when the snow kept her inside and nestled her when tears of joy and sadness escaped her grasp. This doona, as hard as it may be to believe, was her friend. And even now in the hours very few know exist, her doona rests lovingly across her effervescent frame. Her bare foot is now covered with the suns morning call and a twinkle of toes is there to greet it.

Now the morning was just waking up and it was time to start the day. Very few know this and I personally doubt that Kate herself is aware that in her life of chaos and calamity, that these mornings are the ones most rare. Its mornings that even yourself don't know you have experienced. The mornings not spent in front of the television or checking a twitter feed, but letting the morning catch you in its nest of warmth. Its an exasperating thing to witness. Just like all good things though, it must come to an end. Kate flung the doona right off her body and ran for the shower. After the night she had, its a pretty good idea. 

This bathroom was by nobody's standard luxurious. The tiles were that specific shade of yellow that emitted a sense of being poor, her shower head was either peircing her skin with blisteringly hot water or lightly dribbling at her with the cool glacial waters of the New Croton Dam. And on this late spring day she was not going to and didnt care at all, her mind was somewhere else. That somewhere was Radford studios California, her next deployment. 

Her roommate Damien - who is in her few probably a homosexual - often pays for most of their rent and bills because Kate in that way that she is was able to convince him that because she didn't spend much time at their place she shouldn't spend much of her cash on the place. And as usual Damien obliged. In 1998 Damien was 9 and had his 15 minutes of fame, he was the face of Pull Ups. A brand that unfortunately for Damien was not what the cool kids wore, they were a brand of nappies for those who had uhhh bladder control issues at night time. As you can probably tell this didnt do much for his then promising acting career and on that you would be right. At his interview to Tisch the judges actually laughed at the resume presented to them, but at that point he was just about ready to burst with acting excellence. He aced the audition and promptly decided that he wanted to be a singer instead. He applied at Tisch again and git a far more mediocre reception but got in non the less. His career so far has been less that appealing but the one job he does get a month pays big bucks and is enough to support himself for a while. 

Kate, on the other hand, never knew what she wanted to do. Her life was spent from jumping from small opportunity to small opportunity, she feels that the less she gets atatched the more freedom she has to be herself. This time though she had kept her job for over a year and was progressing in this particular career. Her boyfriend Jules (who bought the doona) had issued her an ultimatum, 'Keep your job and stay with me or quit and loose me.'. What was she supposed to do with that? Jules himself was so perfect that Kate felt obliged to stay with him, after all when was a girl like her ever going to get a guy like him again? He was everything she ever wanted in a man, he was tall and dark with tick glossy black hair he combed back, his immaculate frame was effortless in her eyes, he had just the right level of masculinity, not to buff that she was scared of him but strong enough to hoist her off her feet, he was in a word, perfect. But does she really love him? She often thought that he was really quite charming and was never mean to anyone, she probably liked him alot, but did she truly deep down love him? Kate would never admit to anyone let alone herself that she didn't after all how could someone like her not love somebody so effortlessly infinite?