A Girl

A final brust of water spurt free the faucet; the person, whoever it was, turning off the shower setting.

But who could it be?

He tried to control his breathing, relax...think nothing...

He knew no one. And no one knew him, he made sure of that fact, maintained himself as an outcast even when those pressed upon him. And when all else failed, even when he himself was beginning to think he could live a normal life, reality deliberately pushed him away.

Another attempt at control breathing. Rem sleep, thats it, try to imitate.

It couldnt be mother, or maybe one of his suite mates girls mistaking his room for theirs. He never locked the door to that place, something to him that took too much time inbetween getting home and laying down. And it wasnt the first time one of their friends walked in that room thinking it were theirs.

This idea set well with him, and almost made the whole altercation seem amusing, a big misunderstanding. However, the dread began set in. Hed have to have conversation, no matter how brief with this creature, wallow in the awkward mannerisms hed no doubt exhibit and the possible ones of her own as she stood perplaxed wrapped in nothing but a bath towel.

She had already stepped out.

Drying herself off from the sound, still humming that cryptic melody.

The door nob clicks and turns.

Images of situations hed imagined and trained for running through his mind, movements he had practiced to no end yet never against another willing participant.

The door opens.

He stopped thinking. Well at least about her. Instead, focused on a place in his mind, where energies seethed and potentials were realized if only for brief moments.

It came like a thick cloud over his already closed sight, then dissipated into a dense then light fog...

He had done this before, after a test in class, when at his mothers place, alone in saturated in sweet...

The person, who had to have been a girl walks pass the dresser and stands in front of his bed, drying her hair.

...A simulation.