An Ordinary Existence With One Out Of The Ordinary Day

I lived alone in a mid level apartment complex in an efficiency. I worked downtown and rode the bus. Day in and day out my routine was the same, rain or shine. The wait for the bus was ten to twenty minutes depending on weather and traffic. The ride to downtown was thirty minutes give or take ten minutes depending on weather and traffic. The walk to the building where I worked was another ten or fifteen minutes depending on weather and traffic. So I was always on the way an hour before I was supposed to be at work.

I had a boyfriend when I was junior high. He broke my heart when he went with another girl. It still hurt all these years later. It soured me on relationships of the heart. At thirty seven I was alone, my mother had passed and my father had passed a long time before. I had my job.

One of those ordinary days I woke up and a man was standing at the foot of my bed. He was ordinary as far as I could tell without any lights. He motioned to me. I followed his instructions and tossed off the covers and took off my panties and waited for him to complete his errand. It didn't hurt, it didn't scare me, it was over before it started. He got up and in a second or two he was gone.

I checked my door and I could not find any sign of forced entry. I concluded that I must have left the lock off. I went back to bed and waited for the alarm, and got dressed and went through my morning routine. It was raining so I waited ten minutes longer, the ride in was fifteen minutes longer, the walk to the office was fifteen minutes, the streets were wet and I had to walk close to the buildings to avoid the spray of cars going by.

I was laid off during the COVID scare and got a severance and I was eligible for a small pension. I was laid off because I could collect SS something the other girls in the office couldn't do. My boss of so many years hugged me, the one and only time. To call her it I needed anything,

So today is the anniversary of my one and only human contact with a man. It helps me mark the time as it goes by. I can close my eyes and feel him there, I can smell the smell of spring. I can feel his breath on me. The one time I was truly alive.