Something crazy I’m trying….
It is night. Not too cold or windy, and not too noisy either. Just the way I like it. I look up at the sky, and the full moon stares at me in return. I can see a few stars keeping it company. From various rooms in the blocks of hostels opposite me, sounds drift out of open windows; a jumble of styles and themes. Noisy sounds, soothing sounds, cool sounds. I hear a particularly annoying deep beat that hammers my heart within my chest, and it makes me wish I could just go up there and wreak havoc.
A group of girls walk past me in shoes and sandals that make them walk like dogs with bad legs, and I chuckle at the sight. The sound of their heels, however, in addition to their bird-like chatter, makes me want to grind their heads on a stone, one by one. Can’t they see that I need some quiet in this place, even if it is just for once?
I am just waiting for Chloe to come back before I get into the office, and by ‘office’ I mean the Halls Reception. My merry little world. Hehehe… I look behind me. Nothing but stationary cars in the car park. I turn back to look at the office, and I spy Chloe coming back from wherever she went. I get up and walk briskly towards the office. She sees me and smiles, and then opens the door for me to enter. She looks tired, but then we all are, most of all me. Doing nothing all day will do that to you. And right now, I feel so lazy. I just want to crawl into my bed and sleep, but I can’t do that right now. Mike is oblivious to us both for the moment; he has his headphones on, and I can hear someone screaming in a tinny voice. I swear, he’s going to go deaf someday, if his ear drums don’t burst first. And he’s just staring at the computer screen, motionless.
Chloe sits down and turn on her own system, then rummages in her desk for something as it comes to life. Then she selects a cartoon which I love very much, even though it is very old, most definitely older than me. Tom and Jerry. My favourite. As Chloe lowers her arms, I make my way to her, sidestepping the cardboard boxes and files on the floor, and I sit on her lap. She hugs me, and I snuggle in close, nestling into her warmth as I settle down to watch my best cartoon.
My name is Timmy.
I am a cat.