This writing is the result of a "popcorn writing" exercise with Christine. It had no start. It had no end, yet it was not a circle. How could this be? Looking down upon it one is unaware of what shape it may take or what treasures it may hold. The only clear feature was it's texture. Scaly and smooth, constantly shifting from hard to soft. It gave off a dangerous vibe, yet it's texture lulled the feeler into a false sense of complacency. *Beep Beep Beep* "Crap," she cried as she reached for her phone on her bedside table.
What the fuck was that dream about? She thought. She sat up, remembering she'd placed her phone further away from her bed. Obviously this was supposed to get her up on time and not consistently press snooze. *Beep Beep Beep* "SHUT THAT THING OFF! IT'S 4AM!" "Shit..." her roommate's muffled yells could be heard through their shared wall of their two-bedroom apartment in New York. She found the yelling arousing. She wished it would be his bed that she was going to be climbing into and not the subway. She immediately pushed that thought out of her head. His girlfriend is sweet, she thought. My boyfriend would kill both of us. *Beep Beep Beep* "Seriously, Karen!" Sam yelled. Karen sighed and put her cigarette, which she absentmindedly lit while fantasizing about Sam and his girlfriend. She went to her desk, turned off the alarm and checked her appointments for the day. First client is at 5:30 am in Brooklyn. She switched back to the clock app. 4:20 am. Her window slammed shut. She jumped realizing the wind was getting stronger. She checked the weather app on her phone. Level 8. The subway would never make it to BK on time in this weather. She wondered why they still called them subways. They hadn't been used in the original manner in decades. These days they used a device created by Dr. Hatari to send subway cars through an energy field that catapulted them at such speeds you couldn't see while it was in motion nor could you hear. It momentarily left everyone on board blind and deaf. The only ones who could still hear and see while on board were those trained by the whistle masters. "Karen!" Sam yelled. She could hear the amusement in the way he yelled. "I know, I forgot to lock my window again," she replied as she turned on her shower. "Since you're up, can you make me a cup of joe?" She didn't wait to hear his response or if he even got out of bed. She knew he would. This had become their thing, their normal. Significant others or not, proximity, routine, and timing had put them in sync. She smiled to herself as the water massaged her skin and contemplated the bittersweetness of humanity.
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