Way too many thoughts get stuck in my head, but when I try to write lately, the entire picture of the thought has not translated to paper. Here is something new-ish…to you.
His nose and sinuses were numb. She had told him she was driving back last night, and would not be in town. He was fine with that because he would just spend the night with his friend from college, Joseph, for the night…and what happened would happened, he laughed thinking back.
“I’ll just come by in the morning,” he remembered telling her prior to leaving. Landing in L.A. was a world wind ride through jetlag, drinking, reconnecting and wondering where the night went. All these thoughts ran through his crowded head as he was dropped off by Joseph on the University’s campus draped by the trees providing a beautiful shade that he so needed.
After meeting with the program advisor, he made his way to her dorm building. After a few raps on the door she opened it. Maria, appeared in the portal wearing a shear heathered navy women’s T with no bra since she knew he was her only visitor, and grey sweat pants. Darkness draped her body, as all window shades were drawn. It was clear to see that sleep was her goal.
“Hey,” she whispered with eyes slanted by sleep. His head cloudy from the previous night, her head cloudy from a long drive by herself, she greeted him.
His unkempt but stylish afro peeked from beneath his baseball cap, as he lowered his headphones connected to his walkman and kissed her exposed forehead. She remembered the afro, she had actually missed it.
“Yeah, that’s him,” she smiled internally, but something was…”different.”
He rocked back, and in a brief moment that lasted forever he noticed she was “different.” This was the first time that they had seen each other in about 3 years her auburn braids draped her surprisingly slim face. He had remembered it round as an apple. She peered up, “come in,” as she turned and he briefly hesitated and followed. She knew that sleep was the next thing for her…well sleep with him wrapped around her. She wasn’t worried about sex, and hoped that he was not either. Maria wasted no time, drowsy with the added exhausting euphoria of seeing him again, placed a continued toll on her and she nestled herself in the bed with just enough of her body uncovered by the sheets to invite him to sleep.
He slowly removed his JanSport backpack and allowed it to fall to the ground with the crash of included cassette tapes accompanied by his jacket, headphones, walkman and kicked off his Jordan’s deliberately as he took his place in the small twin bed nestled against her. He realized that this was new…he did remember her scent, did not know her feel nor her touch. He honestly wondered how this moment would evolve. As did she, weary but similarly afraid…would he try to push himself upon her, would he respect her? Yes she took this chance, dizzily she began to drift into sleep as his arms wrapped her, and she felt safe in his embrace and somehow, as she drifted off, felt a slight connection to him, but understood she truly did not yet know him.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.