TatyanaErszebet
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- Nov 30, 2001
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Ring…ring…ring…”What the fuck?” I rolled over. Ring…ring…ring…ring. “Fuck!” I looked over at my alarm clock. 4:36 AM. “Fuck!” I lazily answered my phone. “What the fuck?” I half whine, half mumble into the phone. “Tat?” “What the fuck?” I yawned. The voice on the other line laughed. “Do you know who this is?” I rubbed my eyes and sheepishly looked over at my alarm clock again. “I don’t give a fuck who this is, what do you want?” Again the same laugh, “It’s Josh”. “What do you want Josh?” “I want you to wake up, and pack some bags. I’m picking you up in forty minutes”. “If I hang up on you, are you still going to come?” “Yes”. “Fuck”. “Have a shower too”. “Why?” “Do you have your passport?” “Why?” “It’s a surprise. Be ready in thirty-five minutes”. Click. “Yeah right. Josh? Fuck!”
I throw the warm blankets off of my naked body. I have to stop sleeping in the nude. I light a cigarette and flick on the light. I yawn again and rub my eyes. The mirror reflects the most tired, ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Pack my bags? Passport? For how long? What the hell is he up to? I smile to myself. He’s taking me some place warm. I open my curtains. The trees are dancing in the wind; it’s just stopped snowing. The full moon is bright enough to catch the glare off the snow. There’s frost on my window. He’s taking me someplace warm! I jump up and down uncontrollably and laugh. I put on my robe and grab my caddy and a towel. I am humming some invented song as I dance my way down the hall to the bathroom. I sing at the top of my lungs in the shower. I clean every inch of me and thankfully had waxed everything two days ago. I start to sing just a little louder. I have the quickest, most thorough shower ever in the history of showers.
I get back to my room; I throw on a pair of jeans and the sexiest, warmest shirt I own. I open my suitcase and begin throwing in anything that comes to mind. Fuck what am I forgetting? Ah, I’ll buy it there. As usual, Josh is late, giving me enough time to put on makeup. He shows up twenty minutes late. Incredibly, I’m sitting outside on my luggage. He gets out of his car. His Israeli music blaring from the speakers so loudly that it shakes the car. He starts dancing to the music, singing loudly, beckoning me to him, with his hands and his face. I get up and walk towards him barely containing my smile. He kisses me on both cheeks, then on the mouth.
He leads me to the trunk and hoists my bag and my carry on and then slams the trunk closed. He opens the passenger door and lets me in. He dances around the car, pausing for a good five minutes in front of the headlights, then he dances back to his door. He gets in the car and drives away.
I throw the warm blankets off of my naked body. I have to stop sleeping in the nude. I light a cigarette and flick on the light. I yawn again and rub my eyes. The mirror reflects the most tired, ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Pack my bags? Passport? For how long? What the hell is he up to? I smile to myself. He’s taking me some place warm. I open my curtains. The trees are dancing in the wind; it’s just stopped snowing. The full moon is bright enough to catch the glare off the snow. There’s frost on my window. He’s taking me someplace warm! I jump up and down uncontrollably and laugh. I put on my robe and grab my caddy and a towel. I am humming some invented song as I dance my way down the hall to the bathroom. I sing at the top of my lungs in the shower. I clean every inch of me and thankfully had waxed everything two days ago. I start to sing just a little louder. I have the quickest, most thorough shower ever in the history of showers.
I get back to my room; I throw on a pair of jeans and the sexiest, warmest shirt I own. I open my suitcase and begin throwing in anything that comes to mind. Fuck what am I forgetting? Ah, I’ll buy it there. As usual, Josh is late, giving me enough time to put on makeup. He shows up twenty minutes late. Incredibly, I’m sitting outside on my luggage. He gets out of his car. His Israeli music blaring from the speakers so loudly that it shakes the car. He starts dancing to the music, singing loudly, beckoning me to him, with his hands and his face. I get up and walk towards him barely containing my smile. He kisses me on both cheeks, then on the mouth.
He leads me to the trunk and hoists my bag and my carry on and then slams the trunk closed. He opens the passenger door and lets me in. He dances around the car, pausing for a good five minutes in front of the headlights, then he dances back to his door. He gets in the car and drives away.
