Love In 2014
Entry by: katy-did
14th February 2014
"Sunny room available in two bedroom, $500." The Craigslist ad read.
His tall frame greeted me at the porch door and he stepped aside to let me in, drawing a curtain almost as an after thought. His hair was a little bushy and little ginger and he wore a trimmed, subtle beard. He was tan and I could tell by his forearms that he was most likely strong all over. I came in and took my shoes off, a little embarrassed by my bright, striped, purple socks.
I followed him to the bedroom. It was square and carpeted. He kept the door to the sun room closed to discourage the two cats from making a home of it in the absence of a roommate. The two cats barged in ahead of us to explore the cordoned off room. Bagheera, the black one, slunk around the side and leapt up onto the windowsill to enjoy the view of the green backyard. The grey and white one was Cecil and still a kitten. My heart melted for this perky ball of fresh fur.
"Cecil is adorable. How old is he?"
"About four months. We found him on the farm after the flooding in the spring."
"Poor little guy."
"Earlier, we had seen what I assumed must have been his mother, but she took off and we haven't seen her. When we found him, he could fit in the palm of your hand and he couldn't get on the bed. Looks like he likes you."
"Mm, you like that don't you?" I smoothed my fingers back behind his ears and drew my hand along his entire length, to the tip of his tail. He leaned into me and kissed me with slowly closing eyes. Through his cute kitten size, I could tell he was a handsome boy and had a fun personality. Bagheera's yellow eyes observed down at us from his perch.
"Would you like to see the rest of the apartment?" We moved to the kitchen and he showed off the gas stove. He grasped a handle and I noticed his hands, large and beautifully rough from what I assumed was from work on the farm he spoke of. I followed him to a pantry at the side. It was a little tight and I was suddenly very conscious that were standing very close. I felt heat in my face and along my ears and I prayed this wasn't visible to him.
Cecil followed us around the apartment and paced around our feet. When we finished the tour, I pulled him in close and held him against my cheek. I'm not sure what he thought of such an intimate hug from a stranger. I could still feel the warmth of my ears and energy in my chest as I walked off the porch.
"I think you'd be a great fit for me as a roommate." The email said.
His tall frame greeted me at the porch door and he stepped aside to let me in, drawing a curtain almost as an after thought. His hair was a little bushy and little ginger and he wore a trimmed, subtle beard. He was tan and I could tell by his forearms that he was most likely strong all over. I came in and took my shoes off, a little embarrassed by my bright, striped, purple socks.
I followed him to the bedroom. It was square and carpeted. He kept the door to the sun room closed to discourage the two cats from making a home of it in the absence of a roommate. The two cats barged in ahead of us to explore the cordoned off room. Bagheera, the black one, slunk around the side and leapt up onto the windowsill to enjoy the view of the green backyard. The grey and white one was Cecil and still a kitten. My heart melted for this perky ball of fresh fur.
"Cecil is adorable. How old is he?"
"About four months. We found him on the farm after the flooding in the spring."
"Poor little guy."
"Earlier, we had seen what I assumed must have been his mother, but she took off and we haven't seen her. When we found him, he could fit in the palm of your hand and he couldn't get on the bed. Looks like he likes you."
"Mm, you like that don't you?" I smoothed my fingers back behind his ears and drew my hand along his entire length, to the tip of his tail. He leaned into me and kissed me with slowly closing eyes. Through his cute kitten size, I could tell he was a handsome boy and had a fun personality. Bagheera's yellow eyes observed down at us from his perch.
"Would you like to see the rest of the apartment?" We moved to the kitchen and he showed off the gas stove. He grasped a handle and I noticed his hands, large and beautifully rough from what I assumed was from work on the farm he spoke of. I followed him to a pantry at the side. It was a little tight and I was suddenly very conscious that were standing very close. I felt heat in my face and along my ears and I prayed this wasn't visible to him.
Cecil followed us around the apartment and paced around our feet. When we finished the tour, I pulled him in close and held him against my cheek. I'm not sure what he thought of such an intimate hug from a stranger. I could still feel the warmth of my ears and energy in my chest as I walked off the porch.
"I think you'd be a great fit for me as a roommate." The email said.
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