Noah Has Ideas

She was puttered around her room right before bed. Placing her clothes from the day in the hamper and preparing to brush her teeth. They hadn’t spoken in awhile and she began to grow weary as each minute went on, as each brush stroke went back and forth. She played with her hair as the tooth brush dangled so delicately, wondering if her hair is the reason he doesn’t call. She began to pinch her stomach fishing around for fat, trying to convince herself the fat is there and is the reason for his absence. The water runs over the brush and cleans it of foam, she slides it back to it’s holder for the night.
She washed her face, splashing the water to her skin, absorbing the warmth of the water. Dabbing her face with a towel, she looked at her teeth, “well, maybe it’s my teeth” she thought, putting the towel up, she started her walk out of the bathroom. She shut off the light and started to think of different ways she could spend more time awake. Hoping to get some form of contact from him. It was times like those she wished  she had more hobbies, more things that could steal her time, more things that would distract her from the thing she wants to think about. It was times like those she wished she had met more people, made more friends. Friends she could talk to about what she is feeling, what she wants, what is going on. But alas, this wasn’t  the case, she just stood in the doorway of the bathroom, thinking how she could waste more time before she crawls into the cold sheets. Slowly, she paced towards the bed, hoping for a sign of anything. The sheets bit at her legs as they descended into the black hole that were her covers. Her head rested on the pillow as she locked eyes on the ceiling and began to day dream. She day dreams for what could have been, what could be, how simple things should be. Almost cinematically the door makes a thumping sound. She rushed out of bed she thrusted her self to the door. Quickly gained composure, and slowly pulled the door open.
The door was open, and it was him, in all the glory that she wanted, he stood there, just like she imagined. He was there, but he wasn’t there, this was the person she wanted to see, but at face value, it wasn’t him. It was raining outside so his hair was a victim of this sudden down pour. He wore his glasses and was smoking a cigarette, something she thought he’d never do. “hey” he said quietly as he took drew from the cigarette. “um..hi” she replied wondering what else she could say. “you busy” he said as he invites himself into the room, walking past her, he puts the cigarette out on the wall and then flicks it into the hallway. “We need to talk” he said, she looked at him and shut the door.