The Girl With Golden Hair

The blair of the alarm clock ripped me from my comfort. The warmth from the sheets seemed to be like the fluttering eyes of a waking lover from the night before. The quiet sound of people getting ready for their day hummed through the closed white door of my cold room. Body showered, teeth brushed, urine dispelled, canteen filled, food packaged, car started.

The drive to school was as it was everyday: music playing loudly as my scorning rage is muffled by the glass and plastic box. Today was different though. I thought about her again. I hadn't seen her since the end of the last term and my hopes of ever seeing her were fleeting with my will to do anything this damned school requires of me. The parking structure was wide open and there were plenty of parking spots. It's a horrible thing to admit but I relish these small pleasures. I guess this means my life isn't as exciting as it should be, but I can't complain. We all do too much of that anyway.

I was late again. My heels hurt from pounding the ground beneath them on my way to the lecture hall. I took my frustration out on the poor ground, but it's resilient so I felt little sympathy for it. Finally, the last steps laid cold and lonely in front of my sleepy eyes. I looked to the ground as if to ask my feet to walk faster. You can't blame me, they are quite the unforgiving fuckers. I looked up from unsuccessfully punishing my feet and see it. The gold waves nestled gently upon the light, weathered brown of her blazer. There she was, the girl I lost to the monster that is time and reluctance. My feet decided to disown their slow pace as my eyes become fixated on the subtle, sweet coincidence her presence is.

The demons of inhibitions were pulling at them vigorously. They had won and I had fallen back into the comfort of being alone. But I couldn't complain. We all do too much of that anyway. At the least, she was there, and for that I am grateful.

In seconds she was nothing but an exciting memory, the sip of warm coffee on a groggy monday morning. I opened the door to the lecture hall smiling grandly as my feet tapped quietly on the steps back toward normalcy.