Love and Lament

Love and Lament

My Gothic Disease: Ugliness

I'm falling, falling free from this evanescent day. Into a swirl of discord and oceans, my mind stumbling over the fact that I am in all actuality, becoming someone new, someone I have always wanted to be, yet have never had the dauntlessness to actually create. I don’t understand if I am dreaming or merely going insane. Maybe I am dying. That would certainly solve a lot. I wouldn't be participating in such a barbaric thing we call life. The dull hum of whales feel my ears, they are aching. They plead for it to stop.

My hand reaches over and dramatically smashes my alarm clock, the hideous thing never fit in with my decor anyway, I think as I look up and see that I have actually put the poor electric pain in the butt out of its misery, the screen completely black and the top dented in a bit.

I roll back on my side, knowing its to early to get up, yet knowing if I don’t, I’ll loose the one thing that lets me live in this high rise, piece of hell apartment. My job. I groan, knowing I’ll have to go through the painful routine of walking up my roommate Bethany, who wakes up for nothing and no one.

I sit up, and yawn, taking a big breath, knowing very well it'll be the one and only time today that I will get a chance to. I slip on my slippers, fuzzy pink comfort. I have no time to be tired, I wipe the sleep from my eyes and tell myself to wake up or the day will fly by me. A dull, long day, buzzing past me in a blur. At least I’d have time for a wondrous cup of coffee.

I can hear the heavy metal music Bethany had left on the night before. Its a mystery as to how I sleep through that angsty belly ring crap. As I walk over to her room and bang loudly on the door, I cover my ears so that I wont loose my hearing. Plus, all the lyrics are screams anyway, not very good for the mind.

"Bethany, wake up!" I roar over the music, pounding on the door

Its no good, why did I even try?

I crack open the door and step inside, afraid i might catch some gothic disease or maybe worse, I might step on something of an unknown nature.

"Bethany!" I screech, shaking her

Still no progress

"Beth!" I say, slapping her butt

"Humph..." I'm not sure if that was a response

"Beth, get up! You'll miss work again and then you will end up like old missus Garth who has pink wallpaper and thirty-two cats!" I yell

"Fine!" She retorts, chucking a pillow at me.

Being a spinster with cats is her worst fear, I think its cute. I run out of the room and into the bathroom, shutting the door. I turn the shower on and step into it, letting the warm water hit my skin like hot kisses, running down my thigh and tingling my toes. I think about using all the hot water just to punish Beth, but decide against it when I remember we both have a presentation at work today.

"Delanie, you use all the hot water, I will use voodoo on you!" She yells outside the door

I rid myself of the day before with my body wash and shampoo. I step out of the magical little water box and wrap my virgin body up in a towel. I'm not surprised to see its pink. Wiping my hand along the steam enshrouded mirror, i can see my reflection. My long boring brown hair is slicked back, sticking to my back and shoulders, dripping down my arms. My green eyes stare back at me as is if to say "Your the most plain woman on the planet earth."