The Shattered Looking Glass Part Six: Reminscing with a Spider

Have you ever had those days where you lie in bed wishing you didn't have to wake-up and face the day....that you could just sleep forever and waste away to the sensual splashes of colorful reveries? You know...when you lie half-conscious in your own mess of sheets and continuously toss and turn in a struggle to preserve the safe and honest atmosphere of slumber, an attempt to fool your body into believing it's still two in the morning. I am well versed in this tact, and unfortunately, it always fails. I failed this morning...I blame the spider.1

Yes, as the last paragraph has suggested, I have not slept well since Tiffany's visit to Trent's house. I feel like she's out to get me, but Trent thinks I'm just being mello-dramatic. I keep telling him that she hates me and would love to see me lying dead like a chicken that never learned how to cross the road. To stress my point, I accuse him of being disconnected from reality, and he always responds with a grin and says in his wise "Jedi" voice: "It is you, young one, who knows not of reality." What a dumb ass.2

These past two weeks I have been avoiding disaster and learning how to live a different lifestyle. My two roomies have decided to alter my "rich-bitch" view of the world and show me what it truly holds underneath its fat-rolls of society. Trent and I walked downtown after Tiffany's visit, and I was introduced to a man named Hank. Hank is a former client of the egotistical landlady and is now living in an old abandoned tunnel located in a small and cramped alley. His breath smells as if a rat died in his mouth, and he could definitely stand a few baths (If that would even help scrub the dirt off). Needless to say, he was once a respectable man and has the heart of a lion. After leaving Hank's shabby quarters, I explained to Trent how horrible I felt for the poor man. Trent shook his head and told me to be happy for him since he escaped from the binds and hassles of modern day living. It was a new kind of freedom from the world.3

Since Trent had decided to show me the ropes and the surreal part of life, Anthony decided to show me what he believes is "hardcore" living. He took me to a few rock shows and pushed me in the mosh pit (I suffered from a concussion and a split lip for a week), then took me backstage to meet the band while I was doused in blood from mine and other people's injuries. Anthony also thought it necessary to re-enlighten my knowledge of reproduction and dragged me to the adult video shop. This resulted in an attempt to take me into a viewing room and seduce me, a gesture which I returned with my favorite finger. He also tried to persuade me into traveling with him to his favorite strip-club, but I wouldn't have it. Trent saved my life by stealing me from Anthony's clutches and dragging me to a movie.4

The movie was a sad one; a love story gone wrong. The lovers were both spies for rival agencies, and both were assigned to kill the other. They had a choice to make: either refuse to kill one another and die knowing they could never be together, or kill themselves and spend their last breathing moments together, dying in each other's arms. You can guess how it ended. I cried and Trent comforted me, a sweet moment in a series of heart fluttering incidents where Trent put his arm around me and held my hand. I felt like such a school girl. I have proved once again to myself that I am a loser.5

Trent concluded my second week by walking me to my bedroom in the empty house. We discussed the movie as we walked up the steps to my floor, his hand still embracing mine. When we approached my room, I turned to face him and he smiled. I readied my lips to utter the words "goodnight," but they were interrupted by a small, feathery, delicate kiss that Trent brushed upon them. My heart raced and I could no longer speak. Trent only smiled and retreated back downstairs to join his friend as I was left to ponder the occurrence and retire for the night. You can imagine how I felt when I was awakened the next day by a spider that had perched upon my hip for a quick nibble. I hate spiders.6