Patricia
I leave the hospital all tired and all I want to do is take a bath and go to bed.
When I get home, I take off my coat.
And there I find a real specimen. I thought I was hallucinating because I was so tired, but it seems to be real.
I catch myself observing him meticulously. But by some miracle he is in my mother's living room, revising notes as well.
He lifts his head from his papers and our eyes meet. There's a kind of tension I can't describe.
-Good evening!
His voice is low.
Me: Good evening.
I don't say another word and head to my room.
Once inside, I close the door behind me.
What was that? I'm all turned around.
I take off my sneakers and sit on my bed. I don't recognize myself. It's like a hot flash came over me. But strangely enough it felt good.
I sat on my bed for who knows how many minutes.
A knock on my door.
Me: Yes?
-Miss Patricia, your mother informs you that the table is set.