We drank, we danced and maybe something was sniffed in a women's toilet, but no memories of that have survived anyway.
"Tea?" I catapulted the word back at the girl with the curls.
She had beautiful eyes and a charming way of moving I fell for.
"Tea, gives you lice in your stomach."
She had red boots and black tights and a red and white checkered skirt, a blouse that almost looked Amish in its chastity but its just seemed to make her look wild. Her curls were red and her eyes maybe green or else amber of colour.
I wanted to mention a cup of coffee in the morning was negotiable. Coffee would not give you lice in your stomach. Green hair maybe. But that did not matter, because i would sign up for a life with green hair and her by my side. I would even sign up for a living with odd bumps and one eye straight above my nose, as long as it would be by her side.
But she took her loss and said, "Okay."
I saw her run away. She whispered into the ear of a friend, maybe it was about me. Maybe she said: "I asked her if she wanted to come over for a cup of tea, but no. She`s probably taken. "
I was as taken as a toilet on a beach in November.
I could not find my friend anymore. In my previous town I could always just walk home, I would stumble from curb to curb, yes, but my courageous boots would always get me to my house. But right now I didn't know anything anymore. Those eyes! Those curls!
My friend?
I jabbered my address at an Uber because I knew my address.
I bounced into bed. Rose again, because I still had my contacts in, and I didn't brush my teeth yet.
Bounced back into bed. This was the life right? Going out, brushing teeth, lying in bed, and then all else would follow smoothly.
Since then, my eyes stare to the poorly lit and poorly plastered ceiling every night.
Girl, what was your name?
You loved tea. The lice feasted in your stomach.
It is five years ago now, I've never seen her since.
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