A memory flashes through my mind of days like this when we would just lay in bed and hold each other close. As I sit up and stretch (much like a cat after an afternoon nap), I find tears streaming down my face. I fight to hold them in and control my thoughts but the memories creep through like smoke through the crack under the door. The tears fall down my face like the cold rain that is still streaming down the window. My desire to stay in bed draws me.
All of a sudden through my sobs, I hear the sharp squeal of tires against the poop-ridden, rain covered pavement. I drag myself to the window and press my nose to the glass. Around the corner of the building I see bus.... 52 (I think) pulled over with the back wheel over the edge of the fountains curb. Nothing good can come out of this. The shreeks begin to come through my door from the hall. I wipe away the last of my tears and walk over to the door and open it slowly.
As I peer into the hall, people are storming down the stairs. I hear the voice of Corbie floating up from the bottom floor. She, along with everyone else in the building, is pushing to get through the door into the rain to see what happened. I see the rich little Italian girl Ana... whatever waving her hands and trying to keep people from rushing out the door. Despite her efforts a few people slip out and rush to the bus.... I hear somebody scream "Oh my God, oh my God...." and somebody else yelled "He's dead! Somebody call the coppers!!" I just roll my eyes and shut the door softly. I can't help but laugh to myself as tragedy seems to strike too often at Watershed Heights. Sigh... its just another day in paradise
All of a sudden through my sobs, I hear the sharp squeal of tires against the poop-ridden, rain covered pavement. I drag myself to the window and press my nose to the glass. Around the corner of the building I see bus.... 52 (I think) pulled over with the back wheel over the edge of the fountains curb. Nothing good can come out of this. The shreeks begin to come through my door from the hall. I wipe away the last of my tears and walk over to the door and open it slowly.
As I peer into the hall, people are storming down the stairs. I hear the voice of Corbie floating up from the bottom floor. She, along with everyone else in the building, is pushing to get through the door into the rain to see what happened. I see the rich little Italian girl Ana... whatever waving her hands and trying to keep people from rushing out the door. Despite her efforts a few people slip out and rush to the bus.... I hear somebody scream "Oh my God, oh my God...." and somebody else yelled "He's dead! Somebody call the coppers!!" I just roll my eyes and shut the door softly. I can't help but laugh to myself as tragedy seems to strike too often at Watershed Heights. Sigh... its just another day in paradise
