35 - The Apartment

     "I just can't get over your apartment," I said after climbing the stairs
to Terry's place.  "It's beautiful and all but I just have this weird feeling that
if I were to live here there would be daily strikes of lightening."
     You could see the church from her kitchen window.  She went back to her huge wrap
around couch.  I always seemed to stop by on a Tuesday night when she was watching her
favorite shows.
     I loved Terry's apartment.  These were perhaps my five favorite rooms in the state
of CT.  It was tastefully furnished.  There was no unnecessary clutter unlike my place.
     I am the typical single male/bear with furniture.  In some rooms of my house there
are actually trails to get places.  I have to leave bread crumbs to get back to my
office.
     The room I liked most was the bedroom.  It was always hot, in the literal sense.  I
don't think the room ever went below 85º.  Heaven.  The machines were quiet here.
     I served one purpose for Terry; the unending back massage.  I was known to stop up
and massage her back and brush her hair for hours while she watched her soaps, smoked,
ate wings, etc.
     "I fell asleep."  She said stretching.
     "You look stressed," I said taking a seat behind her. She looked
beautiful.
     "Just another shitty day at work."
     "Let me see what I can do about that." I said working on her shoulders. 
Terry was my experiment in intimacy.  She was one of the few people I really didn't mind
spending time with.  I had been brave enough to stay over once and I think my snoring
earned me a permanent place on the couch.
     I like climbing her stairs.  Hanging out with her makes me want to be a better man.  Maybe that's why I just can't get over that apartment.

That Beautiful Black Man