the End Is here

I don’t know if it was her screaming or her breast beating against my chest that woke me up but I woke up. It took me a while to understand where I was. Ultimately it was my flatmates, laughing their asses off, standing over me that did the trick. I was naked, a woman on top of me and they were laughing! I pushed the woman off of me, threw my flatmates out and quickly put some pants on.

The woman stood there, staring at me. I remembered. I remembered what had happened a few moments before. I had woken up next to her in bed. We’d had sex. 

My head was still thumping, my skin still felt too tight and my breathing was frantic. I ordered her to get dressed and to get out but she refused. She stood there, naked, daring, forcing me to look at her. I turned around. 

She spoke of a magical night. She spoke of multiple orgasms. She spoke and I wished she would just shut up. How did this happen? 

I’d never had a row with someone in Spanish before, especially a naked female someone. The faster she spoke, the more hysterical she became and the less I understood. She threw my favourite mug against the wall and broke it into pieces. She grabbed my arm and forced me to look at her. She yelled and she yelled and I raised my hand. She recoiled, scared. I didn’t mean to raise my hand; I wasn’t going to smack her. I just…I don’t know… 

She sat on the bed and wrapped the duvet around her. I was thankful; I couldn’t look at her nakedness anymore. 

I apologised and offered her coffee, she nodded timidly. 

In the kitchen, my flatmate was still giggling. I gave them an evil look; they shut up instantly and returned to their bedrooms. 

As the water was boiling, I swallowed a couple of aspirin and tried to recall the night before. We’d gone to some club; some gay friendly club and I had drunk too much. I remembered talking to her and buying her rounds but not going home with her and certainly not sleeping with her.

I brought her coffee and rolled a cigarette. We sat side by side for a long moment; the silence was oppressive but also welcomed. 

Her name was Conception. She was from Galicia and worked as a nurse. She remembered everything. I listened, eyes wide with incomprehension. She told me how I had tried to get off with some guy that blew me off cos’ I was too old. She told me how I started talking to her and telling her all about how I really wanted kids and a husband but that it just wasn’t happening for me. I cried apparently…on her lap and she stroked my head. More drinks brought more emotions and we got onto the end of the world as predicted by the Mayans. She said I said that now that the world was coming to an end, nothing mattered anymore, that we were all doomed anyway and that she was pretty and that maybe… and then I kissed her… 

When she started talking about the sex, I stopped her. I didn’t want to know.

We parted ways a few hours later; I would never see her again.

I slept with a girl! If that is not a clear sign of the upcoming apocalypse, I don’t know what is. 

21 days left…