Page 51 of Her Sloth

She sits and leans against the wall.

She made me remember who I am.

“I’m in,” I say out of the blue.

She scoffs out a chuckle of disbelief as her head falls back against the wall.

“You’re so fucked up,” she says.

“Yeah,” I say. “You too.”

And suddenly, we both start laughing. It starts as a snigger, and turns into a belly laugh.

A laugh I haven’t laughed in forever.

Because I have finally found someone to meet my crazy.

15

CASS

PLAYLIST: TATTOO – LOREEN

“This place is fucked,” I say as we lean against the headboard of the bed in that penthouse suite and drink whatever alcohol it is from the bar. It’s bright daylight, probably somewhere around noon, not that I care.

Daydrinking is one of my favorite things to do, because it numbs the noise of the world.

“It is. Look at that thing,” she says and nods towards the ceiling where some sort of fanned fabric is arranged.

I haven’t felt out of place like this in forever, and it literally lets the hair on my neck stand up.

“Don’t you have to be somewhere?” I ask.

“I sure have,” she says. “But I don’t want to be anywhere else right now.”

My heart skips a beat from a fluttery sensation rushing through me.

“If I leave here and anyone sees me like this, I’ll have the vultures eating me.”

The feeling in me flushes out as fast as it came.

Of course she didn’t mean you, I tell myself. And she better not. That would be the absolutely stupidest, fucked-up thing we could ever do.

“Meh,” I say, because I have nothing more intelligent to say.

We sit and drink.

“So, how do you wanna do it?” she asks.

“How come the change of mind?” I ask her in return.

“Well,” she says, “There is no point if you destroy it anyway; everyone’s fucked anyway.”

“True,” I say.

“I also can blame you for that,” she says, playfully cheerful, and grins mockingly at me.

I scoff and take another gulp from the bottle.