Hard To Explain
Chapter 9 - I´m Not Like That
Was this it? Were we gonna´ do “it”? Hesitantly, I made my way towards the bed, and laid down. “I´m gonna´ take a shower, you stay here, so you won´t hurt yourself,” Sarie commanded. Turning on my side I grew tense, what were her intentions, and why did I follow her home? Okay, I knew why I went home with her, to piss all over Rob and Jake´s cornflakes, I chuckled to myself. But, what were her intentions, what´s her sexuality? I saw an episode of criminal minds where girls would go home with an attractive man, and he´s slaughter them. I grew restless at the thought, but looking around; I spied “To Kill a Mockingbird” sticking out of her bookcase as if she´d just read it. I figured anyone who read and enjoyed “To Kill a Mockingbird” had sufficient understanding and sympathy towards their fellow human. I wondered how she, as a black woman felt about Atticus after reading To Kill a Mockingbird” and if she had read “Go Set a Watchman,” and how she felt about Atticus now. I heard the shower shut off, Sarie stepped out, she glowing silhouette, the epitome of beauty. “You´re like a Maya Angelou poem,” I blurted out. She seemed caught off guard by my…erm…compliment? “Thanks,” she responded making her way towards the bookshelf, and pulling out a rather thick and heavy blue book. “No wait, that´s not what I was gonna say, it had something to do with literature, but that wasn't it,” I responded flustered. She made her way into bed she opened it and began reading softly, like a whisper through the trees. I recognized the poem instantly. “Poe,” I murmured. “Yes, the Valley of Unrest,” she responded. Dreamily she continued to read, I felt my eyes begin to droop. “But…I have questions,” I whispered trailing off. “Tomorrow,” she said, kissing my temple. She continued to read, and I was asleep before I knew it.
