The tiles were white and infinite. My eyes traced their cracks and bends, the small specks of dirt covering their surfaces, the single hair layed on one of the many pores of the floor's face, and an ant ran across it's oblivion. He seemed to move ever so slowly, though I felt not what my brain had come to compute out of the image in my vision. I did not seem to understand the proportion of him, but the distance. He seemed not smaller then me, but farther. The floor seemed to have an imense sureal effect on me, and it's gravitational pull seemed to increase with the mental image of my heart dragging along side me on the floor, wanting to take my physical form along with it.
Though to tell you the truth, I felt nothing but apathy. It felt as though nothing at all had happend today, and the events were merely a story that I had written before hand. I watched my shadow, for awhile. Light. I am the object in the way of the light. Perhaps if I were no longer standing there, there would be nothing in the way of this light, and the tile would have existed in it's purity without the disturbance of it's color. My opaque image. I wanted to reach into my shadow and reach into another world. It wouldn't happen. Though falling on my face would be the delightful little result. Light acts like particles. Going around me, not right through me. I feel transparent, none the less. You look right through me, I'm not standing there. You see nothing but the other side. Are you even aware I'm there?
Light acts in waves, ripples in my space. You looked away just as fast, 186,000 miles per second, as fast, away from me. I didn't even reflect it, didn't even bend it. The angle of incidence equals the angle of reflection.
All of this was quickly interupted when something else traveled through my space;sound. The phone. I walked over to it, let it right a few, and then picked it up. The usual:
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey. How's it going you?"
"Oh! Hello!"
"How's it going?"
"It's...going. What about with you?"
"Tis ok. Though I'm a little worried I bitched you too much."
"Nah, you didn't. No sweat."
"What the helldidja do today?"
"Same old, same old. Worked my arse off at school, did homework, visted Rudy."
"oh, well, alright. I guess it doesn't even matter if I harassed you about that or not, because you sound like you really weren't...considering what I was saying. Or you were considering and still believing all that crap canceled it out."
"Actually. He broke up with me today."
"Oh. So that's it huh? Because I seriously thought the sound of something repressed was because of yesterday. It's not because of yesterday, right?"
"No goddamn it! I told it wasn't, for chrissake."
"...wait. shit. He broke up with you?"
"Uh. Yes. me, what the hell is that tone supposed to mean, ass hole?"
"Nothing. That's just very... ironic. oh yes, and very sadistic."
"I'm not quite catching on to ironic, because usually when you don't call a girl for quite a few weeks, it's a sign of a lack of interest."
"It's ironic because you were seriously a good girlfriend, and you got nothing in return, yet he dumped you. It's kind of like: 'THANKS FOR THE EFFORT. FUCK YOU!'"
"Dude, it's... not like that? Well, at least he didn't say 'fuck you' and he didn't thank me or anything."
"Hah. Not even a friendly little 'fuck you', huh? Well, Guess what?"
"no."
"No, seriously, I want you to guess what! I want this, just give me a few kicks, come on."
"ugh. fine."
"sweet! Guess what!?"
"what?"
"Good news! You're wrong! I'm right!"
"Thanks for nothing, ass hole. You seriously make me feel like utter shit."
"So... he can do it... and I can't? How does that make it fair in the slightest? Sorry about that. I'm just a little aggravated by the fact, that all the jerks get all the nice girlfriends."
"Maybe. Though you don't even know him."
"This may be true, yes. Though I catch you... being weird, after visting him."
"Har har har, you said being weird."
"Well, for one thing, I harassed you about that because you didn't ever want to talk to me about anything that bothered you anymore. That's no good."
"I really just... can't make this fit any where."
"You really don't have to."
"Listen, I really don't want to talk right now, to tell you the truth."
"I might have guessed that, you're giving me very short answers. I was just waiting for my que and all. Though I guess I should tell you, your lack of emotion and enthusiasm is seriously scaring the shit out of me. Are you sure you're going to be o.k, and everthing? By the way, I wouldn't really worry about it. I think he'll in time, like crawl back to you. They always do."
