Disconnected Stories of Discontent - Page 3

Samantha tells me that she has rented her flat to a nice quiet girl whom I can see through my glass windows and smell of weed who is uncharacteristically quiet for a girl of her age because every time I look at her across my space I see her sitting alone in front of a television occasionally scrolling through her iphone that I do not see her getting up is a worry no one visits her either I presume she only takes toilet breaks and meals who doesn’t look at sunsets or the sunrise or even lightenings always in the living area I see her across our space I wish for her to at least talk to someone but no this living girl is like a doll walks like a doddering old woman when she rises to take a toilet break is also when she disappears for a while but then she is promptly back where she stays all day long every single day from morning till night except when she gets up to go to bed to sleep perhaps is when I see her gone and I hope for her sake that she sleeps well and eats at least Oh I can’t bear to look at her like this I can’t bear to stand on my balcony across hers this passivity is a killer for that very chair has a deep dent by now from constant use here’s a situation and I feel like screaming at her for heavens’ sake get up and go out and take a walk or do something her obsession makes my heart heavy although we are in our own orbits when I decide to change this by calling mental health to intervene next morning I see an empty chair.