too the window

i managed to free myself from the bed without unplugging anything important and made my way to the window with my IV tree in tow. i looked out over the town. it was very calm and still, it must have been late. in the parking lot a dark skinned nurse was walking to her car and as i focussed my attention on her i heard something like muffled speech, like a conversation in the next room. as i strained to listen the words came clearly.

"finally, done. maybe i'll take a bath when i..."

"i wonder if he's gonna flake on me like last..."

"i have an itch that he could..."

"maybe i'll fix a drink when i get..."

it all came in a rush of words, all together as one voice multiplied against itself. it was all one voice, her voice. she was still horny after being stood up a few days ago. but how could i know that?

i withdrew my focus and heard that strange murmur of thoughts from a few different directions. one was a couple arguing in an apartment, one from the college library and the others emanated from a bar further away.