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ds_flashfictionSince the challenge is still open, I decided to spend my lunch break (uh, and then some) writing something that's been floating around in my head for a few days. Since I did just write this on my lunch, it's not beta-ed. Any and all mistakes or crappy word choices are mine.
Title: First Night
Warnings: It's gen and G-rated. (Yeah, I know, but I wrote my very first sex scene ever just last night and it's so not hot enough to be unveiled to the public yet!) Oh, and I should mention it's Stella gen. And it's pretty short.
I finished crushing the last of the empty boxes and took them out to the dumpster. It was getting late; I hadn't realized how cold it was getting in the evenings now. I hurried back through an unfamiliar door, down an unfamiliar hallway, and into an unfamiliar apartment. With any luck, it wouldn't take long for unfamiliar and strange to become familiar and home.
I closed and locked the door behind me, and just leaned back against it, staring into the apartment. It was a mix of old end tables and a new couch, an old dining room table and new dishes, old memories and new plans. I almost wished I could have bought a brand new everything, but I'm sure I would have regretted that at some point. Before I could think too hard, I pushed off the door and went to the kitchen. I had done some basic grocery shopping earlier in the day, but hadn't gotten around to putting everything away yet. It was kind of nice that there was no one around to argue about what went where. I put everything away in an order that made sense to me, a luxury I don't think I ever considered. This was really the first time in my life that I'd had such an opportunity. Growing up, nearly everything was my mother's way, and if not hers, than my father's. When I left the house and went to college, I always had roommates and so we compromised. After I graduated, Ray and I got engaged and moved in together. It was a little shocking to realize that I was thirty-five and on my own, really, truly on my own for the first time in my life. A little shocking and a lot scary.
I went back into the living room and straightened up a few more things, moved others around a bit. That didn't take too long since it was mostly unpacked to the right places. It was getting late, and I was exhausted from the day's work, but the bathroom really did need to be organized a little better too.
By the time that was done, and I'd brushed my teeth and all that, I was about ready to drop. I couldn't avoid it any longer. I went to the bedroom door; it was slightly ajar, so I pushed it all the way open. Nearly everything was already set up the way I wanted it. My friend Abby had come over earlier to help out and she was good about distracting me while we were working in here. She made me laugh and turned the radio up and we sang and danced. But she'd gone home hours ago.
I took a deep breath and went straight to the dresser. I pulled out my favorite pajamas (my favorite not-an-old-t-shirt-of-Ray's pajamas, that is) and changed. When I turned and faced my new bed, which was neatly made with the brand new sheets and comforter I'd bought, it struck me that this bed was huge. It was a queen size, which was the same size that Ray and I had shared, so the thought was ridiculous. But I'd swear that this one was larger by far. I told myself I was just being silly. It's just that this room is a little smaller, so the bed looks bigger proportionally. The colors I'd chosen to decorate the room made the bed look much larger than it was. The old headboard was smaller. That's all.
I took a few more deep breaths (I'd been doing that a lot lately), and moved deliberately to the bed, pulled the covers back, and climbed in. There. I did it. I arranged the pillows behind me and got comfortable. As soon as I did, I realized that I was going about this the wrong way. So I shifted over to the center of the bed, rearranged the pillows, and settled in again, spread out a little more this time.
When I woke up the next morning, I realized that the bed wasn't really so big anymore. I could sleep in a queen size bed on my own, even if I didn't necessarily want to. It would be ok.
Title: First Night
Warnings: It's gen and G-rated. (Yeah, I know, but I wrote my very first sex scene ever just last night and it's so not hot enough to be unveiled to the public yet!) Oh, and I should mention it's Stella gen. And it's pretty short.
I finished crushing the last of the empty boxes and took them out to the dumpster. It was getting late; I hadn't realized how cold it was getting in the evenings now. I hurried back through an unfamiliar door, down an unfamiliar hallway, and into an unfamiliar apartment. With any luck, it wouldn't take long for unfamiliar and strange to become familiar and home.
I closed and locked the door behind me, and just leaned back against it, staring into the apartment. It was a mix of old end tables and a new couch, an old dining room table and new dishes, old memories and new plans. I almost wished I could have bought a brand new everything, but I'm sure I would have regretted that at some point. Before I could think too hard, I pushed off the door and went to the kitchen. I had done some basic grocery shopping earlier in the day, but hadn't gotten around to putting everything away yet. It was kind of nice that there was no one around to argue about what went where. I put everything away in an order that made sense to me, a luxury I don't think I ever considered. This was really the first time in my life that I'd had such an opportunity. Growing up, nearly everything was my mother's way, and if not hers, than my father's. When I left the house and went to college, I always had roommates and so we compromised. After I graduated, Ray and I got engaged and moved in together. It was a little shocking to realize that I was thirty-five and on my own, really, truly on my own for the first time in my life. A little shocking and a lot scary.
I went back into the living room and straightened up a few more things, moved others around a bit. That didn't take too long since it was mostly unpacked to the right places. It was getting late, and I was exhausted from the day's work, but the bathroom really did need to be organized a little better too.
By the time that was done, and I'd brushed my teeth and all that, I was about ready to drop. I couldn't avoid it any longer. I went to the bedroom door; it was slightly ajar, so I pushed it all the way open. Nearly everything was already set up the way I wanted it. My friend Abby had come over earlier to help out and she was good about distracting me while we were working in here. She made me laugh and turned the radio up and we sang and danced. But she'd gone home hours ago.
I took a deep breath and went straight to the dresser. I pulled out my favorite pajamas (my favorite not-an-old-t-shirt-of-Ray's pajamas, that is) and changed. When I turned and faced my new bed, which was neatly made with the brand new sheets and comforter I'd bought, it struck me that this bed was huge. It was a queen size, which was the same size that Ray and I had shared, so the thought was ridiculous. But I'd swear that this one was larger by far. I told myself I was just being silly. It's just that this room is a little smaller, so the bed looks bigger proportionally. The colors I'd chosen to decorate the room made the bed look much larger than it was. The old headboard was smaller. That's all.
I took a few more deep breaths (I'd been doing that a lot lately), and moved deliberately to the bed, pulled the covers back, and climbed in. There. I did it. I arranged the pillows behind me and got comfortable. As soon as I did, I realized that I was going about this the wrong way. So I shifted over to the center of the bed, rearranged the pillows, and settled in again, spread out a little more this time.
When I woke up the next morning, I realized that the bed wasn't really so big anymore. I could sleep in a queen size bed on my own, even if I didn't necessarily want to. It would be ok.
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Date: 2006-03-17 08:50 pm (UTC)Anyway, enough rambling. Thanks for reading and commenting!