Sleepover

Tonight we're apart after she goes to a rather impromptu sorority sleepover. But what makes it so much better is that the girl hosting the sleepover happens to live two buildings down the street from my apartment! I walk her over, invited in by the warmth of the sisters. The apartment is nice: new plasma, wide open space, clean.. one that I actually considered moving into several weeks ago, but passed because I wanted something different. I don't know what I was thinking. The host was friendly, offered me food, showed me the drinks and had nice conversation. I left, not wanting to intrude on the girls-only affair, and walk through the cool air, warm drizzle tapping the sidewalk. No more than twenty minutes go by before I get a call, "Baby, can we borrow your DVD player??" lol I quickly return to the apartment, my PlayStation in hand. I set up the movie, Bridesmaids, and the host thanks me and offers me another drink. I take the drink, humbly, and stay for a few moments stealing some kisses from my honey. Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I make my way out, my babe giving me one last kiss good night. As I head back through the dripping night air to my apartment, concealing the open drink in my jacket, I hope that I always remember this night.

After the Party

Pitter patter against the umbrella, shielding us from the rain. We walk through the empty parking lot, our shadows cast by approaching headlights. A dim orange hue lights our way, as we leave the sleepy, usually wild, apartment complex.