Ann & Tim

                                                                       
Ann was watching TV at home when suddenly the phone rang. Hello? Hello, how are you? Oh, fine. What about you? Fine too. What are you doing? Nothing, you know. Are you alone? Yes, and what about you? I was thinking to see you. What about hanging over together? Yes, why not? OK, so i m going to pick you up in twenty minutes.. Ok, see you later.

Ann took a quick shower, changed her clothes, she was ready when Tim called the door. Nice shirt. Do you think so? What are we gonna do? I don’t know. Do you want to go to a bar? I don’t know. Well, there are some possibilities, you know. We can go somewhere or we can go to my house, there is nothing really special there, you know, but it could be cool…

They got in his car and rode to his home. As always they talked about job, friends, lovers and this kind of things that can be talked by two close friends. They were such kind of friends. They had met ten years before and they loved each other in a special way. They had never had more than a friendly relationship, but they had such kind of intimacy. So, they went on talking about their lives when they went inside Tim’s flat.

Ann knew it. It was a nice little place. The necessary things were there and also a little more. Tim had taken his time in its deco and he had obtained a good result. He had everything in the right place. Everything was so tidy and so clean that she felt well in that place. Even though it was not her own place she could feel as if she were in it. She took off her shoes and played the White Album. Beatles were friends as well.

Tim put two glasses over the small table and poured the pinot noire. Do you want anything to eat? Of course she was not going to eat anything. When she drank a good wine she preferred to do it without meals. She liked to drink slowly, feeling the pure taste going through her throat. She used to do it in spite of the bad consequences that it could have. She knew perfectly she could end the night in a bed that was not the right one. She knew it. She knew the effects that wine could have in her mind. As long as she drank in that way something like that could happen. At those times she could feel her mind more open than usually. Also her feelings. So, it was easy to do something wrong.

No, i don’t want anything.

They kept drinking until the bottle was empty. How sad! We don’t have more wine, what are we going to do now?, Ann laughed while she turned on the black sofa, closing her eyes. Don’t do it!, please. Just relax, man, i need a rest.

The world had begun to go around her head. At first, slowly, but, a few minutes later it was doing it quickly. Ann wanted to open her eyes but she was afraid to fall deeper. She wanted to stop it but in spite of her efforts she couldn’t do it.

What’s going on? Are you falling asleep? His voice seemed to come from a further place. Ann kept in silence. Not even a single word came from her mouth. He leaned his beard on her belly and closed his eyes too. Unexpected kind of feelings began to rising between them.

Ann opened her eyes and realized she was absolutely drunk. Nevertheless she went on the stuff. Suddenly she felt like having go to a bathroom. She had drunk a lot. She went in, and, before closing the door she began to feel sick. Her stomach was turned. In spite of her intentions she couldn’t stop throwing up everything she had drunk before. When she ended she tried to clean up the place. It wasn’t very easy. It was completely dirty. Still she did it as she could.

What’s going on? Nothing really special, you know…turning in the sofa, closing her eyes, beginning to fall asleep, deeply.