"Electrical Storm"
(as written and compsed by U2)
Christ this apartment was huge. The exposed brick and beam swallowed her whole and she loved it for that. It was the top floor, southwest corner of the old tobacco warehouse. The best for blocking out the morning sun. Perfect for watching that sun SET. The windows were just the way she wanted them. Following the origional design of the building they made up the southern and western walls of the apartment, which was really just one big room. Combine all of that with twenty foot ceilings. In a word? Perfect.
Her sense of decoration was simple, really. Cover everything. Cover it all with satin and velvet. Did it matter that her favorite chair was ugly as sin? No one ever saw the damned thing! It was promptly swallowed in crushed black velvet upon delivery. The king size bed in the middle of the floor was drenched in a sea of silver and midnight blue satin. These colors best suited the skin enveloped in them as she stood by the windows. She was glad he was asleep. He hated her smoking. At this point she didn't much care, really. You simply cannot look at a body like that and NOT want a cigarette.
"Just not possible," she thought to herself as she looked at him.
"No man that looks like that has ever been in my bed."
She stood there in the corner windows for the crossbreeze. Not that it matter much, the smoke would wake him up either way. She took another drag.
"God bless menthol," she thought.
She could see the night air curl around her naked form as the exhaled the smoke into the room. The air was cool, yet sticky. It had been raining all day in the city and the storm had finally drained itself dry. The clouds hung around through the night. This was her favorite part of storms. They hovered over the city like a great cat about to pounce on an unsuspecting meal. The city lights, in all their glory, shined upon the underbelly of the cloud to give off a soft silver glow.
Only the occasional flash of electric ballet gave away the true nature of the beast.
Screams and voices from the streets below gave rise to the time... midnight.
Her body lied to her and said no later than seven pm. She took the last deep drag off of her cigarette and pitched the butt out the window.
"Yo, bitch! Watch what you're doin', huh?! Like she owns the streets and shit..."
The young woman below stumbled on her words about as badly as she stumbled on her feet. A night cap is one thing, she always said, but blatant stupidity due to overt intoxication was an entirely different story.
"Actually, I do. Fuckin' idiot..."
She hated drunks with a passion.
He stirred in the bed behind her as she shut the windows. She stood there, quietly watching the lightening dance across his body. As if he wasn't well off enough in that catigory the shadows played with by the night fire caused utter torture. She let her eyes gaze over his body for a few minutes. Smiling at the realization that she suddenly was in a very 'oral' mood, she decided to wake him up. Evil grin in place, she sauntered over to the bedside and disappeared underneath the covers...
**To Be Continued...**
