Attach/Detach

by joefromspace

The scurrying sounds of rats behind a dumpster fill the vacous night air, as I slam the door of the taxi shut. I start walking the rest of the way home, as the taxi disappears into the distance, consumed by the darkness. The rats and other night critters now have the sound of my stiletto heel boots to join them in making their unwanted wee-morning harmony.

I always drop off a couple of blocks away from my apartment building, ever since the drunk stalker incident. I figured it was best to keep my personal address within people in my personal life. Some clients can get just a little too attached.

Besides, these little 5am walks are like therapy to me. There is just something strangely bewitching about the night time. The cold air blowing against my short dress, the silence, the darkness. It always seems as though the world has hidden all its treasures, and is now covertly displaying its deep secrets for whomever's awake to see underneath the dim glow of the moon.

While most people sleep during these hours, I indulge myself greatly in the vacancy surrounding me. I've always loved open spaces, because in moments like these, I own anything and everything within my sight. I own these pavements and those trees. That little patch of grass is mine. As are those cats fighting in the corner. I fondly embrace the idea of having no one for me to share these spaces with, even if it's just for the moment.

I arrive at my apartment, content and at peace. I kick off my boots and my feet thank me as I walk barefoot into my bedroom. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I start removing my earrings. What a beautiful woman, I think to myself.

The alarm on my phone goes off. It is 6 in the morning. Monday. I know what I have to do. As much as I hate it, I have to remove my make-up, put my dresses away, and take a shower, as my suits awaited me on the other side of the closet.

It's time to be a man again. Friday will come soon enough.