As soon as I finished delivering his eulogy today, I caught a flight
straight back to Boston and hijacked the first roof I could find.
Again, not because I’m suicidal.
I have no plans to scale off this roof. I
just really needed fresh air and silence, and dammit if I can’t get
that from my third floor apartment with absolutely no rooftop
access and a roommate who likes to hear herself sing.
I didn’t account for how cold it would be up here, though. It’s
not unbearable, but it’s not comfortable, either. At least I can see
the stars. Dead fathers and exasperating roommates and
questionable eulogies don’t feel so awful when the night sky is clear
enough to literally feel the grandeur of the universe.
I love it when the sky makes me feel insignificant.
I like tonight.
Well
.
.
. let me rephrase this so that it more appropriately
reflects my feelings in past tense.
I
liked
tonight.
But unfortunately for me, the door was just shoved open so
hard, I expect the stairwell to spit a human out onto the rooftop.
The door slams shut again and footsteps move swiftly across the
deck. I don’t even bother looking up. Whoever it is more than
likely won’t even notice me back here straddling the ledge to the
left of the door. They came out here in such a hurry, it isn’t my
fault if they assume they’re alone.
I sigh quietly, close my eyes and lean my head against the stucco
wall behind me, cursing the universe for ripping this peaceful,
introspective moment out from under me. The least the universe
could do for me today is ensure that it’s a woman and not a man. If
I’m going to have company, I’d rather it be a female. I’m tough for
my size and can probably hold my own in most cases, but I’m too
comfortable right now to be on a rooftop alone with a strange man
in the middle of the night. I might fear for my safety and feel the
need to leave, and I really don’t want to leave. As I said before
.
.
.
I’m comfortable.
I finally allow my eyes to make the journey to the silhouette
leaning over the ledge. As luck would have it, he’s definitely male.
Even leaning over the rail, I can tell he’s tall. Broad shoulders
create a strong contrast to the fragile way he’s holding his head in
his hands. I can barely make out the heavy rise and fall of his back