Take A Walk.

Sometimes I wish I had a calendar. A paper one. Having one on my phone is, somehow, not striking enough for me to notice every morning. 

Breakfast is always the same bread and jam. I don't have enough money to afford good things like milk and cereal. 

I only have myself to blame for that. It's a terrible job that I have. But thankfully, it's a weekend today. It's difficult to tell, but if I don't get a call in the morning telling me how late I am, it's usually a day I don't have to work. I checked my calendar, just to be sure.

2042, August 21st. A Saturday. No work. Great.

A dull feeling washed over me. It happens at regular intervals. 

Despite being off work, it didn't feel like I had as much free rein over myself in this accursed city. 

Although, come to think of it, cursing the city is pretty much like cursing myself.

I turned the television on and immediately turned it off. There was nothing I liked.

I watched out of the window of my apartment as police cars scrambled to places I had no feeling for.

"...Ah, what the hell. I'll go and check it out. It's a lot better than being in here." 

I usually sleep in my clothes, so there was no need to change out of any pyjamas. I like to think that it's efficient. I bet if my mom was still around, she'd nag me about buying a set of pyjamas. I didn't let the thought linger, though.

I opened the window and walked outside, building psychic platforms with each step. I steadily began to pick up my pace, and the slow walk morphed into a sprint as I raced to the disaster, hoping that I'd be early enough to see what had happened.

I wasn't late this time. Which was good. I think. Maybe. 

The accident in question seemed to be another robbery, conducted by a psychic woman. Knowing this, I landed on the roof of a nearby building to avoid being caught up in suspicion. 

I stared at everything happening, but it was pretty much out of boredom. The woman was holding the shopkeeper in the air, threatening to break his neck if the police even breathed in her general direction. It was disturbing to see, so I stepped off, building a staircase upwards to leave. 

It started to rain around seven minutes into the climb back into the sky. Damn. No umbrella either, and what with me being thirty or so metres above the ground, I'd still be a far shot from getting above the weather. I considered pulling one of my platforms upwards so I could quickly go above the troposphere, but had I heard that your blood can get bubbly if you go up too fast, so I decided that I would simply enjoy the rain somehow. 

Easier thought than said, and even more difficult done. 

As I walked up the staircase, the water gradually soaked my clothes. I tried to dry them with a small fire, but it was extremely ineffective. 

Eyeballing my distance from the ground, I could see that I was nearing the height of my apartment window. 

Which was good. Very good.

I looked around for my apartment building. I was in such a rush during my attempt to see the robbery that I had forgotten to take note of the way back. Luckily, it wasn't too far from where I already was.

And so, trudging through the raining sky, I walked back into my apartment window. My floor wasn't made of wood, and I had no carpet, so I could simply waltz in through the window and to the bathroom. As I took my trousers off, I thought about what I had seen on the street and wondered if I could have done anything to help. 

"It's not like I could have gotten away with helping, though." I mused aloud, and with that thought, I pried the rest of my shirt off, dumping it in the bathroom to put in the laundry later. I put on my second shirt and trousers. I wasn't expecting to use them before next week, so it was a bit of a weird and unorganized feeling that entered my head. 

I spent a lot of the day playing the same games on my phone. It got pretty boring, but it was about all I could do, and every time I thought I could do something else, I quickly found out that there was no "something else" 

When evening came, I decided to start cooking some stuff for myself; staving off lunch had made me peckish. I wanted to try cooking pasta specifically, a new brand that I had picked up for about a third of the price. I had no meat in the fridge, but I did have some lettuce, so I mixed that in as well. I had bought a can of spaghetti sauce yesterday, so I put that in, and stirred until it smelled bearable.

It was a meal I enjoyed, specifically because it was cheap. I could cook this a lot more, and the thought of it made me quite happy.

I decided to take a midnight stroll.

Walking out the window, I spied someone else walking out as well. By the looks of their steps, it wasn't the first time they had done this.

"Hey! How's it going?" She yelled cheerfully. 

It lifted my spirits quite a bit. She noticed me too.

"It's not going that well!" I shouted back.

She laughed. "Same here!"

We started walking towards each other: so we wouldn't have to shout at each other with each sentence.

"You do this too?" 

She didn't want to touch on the subject, and I didn't really blame her. "That's a nice hairpin."

I instinctively patted the back of my head and found that I had a piece of bow pasta in my hair.

"It's... pasta."

 "Huh."

....

 "How high up are we?" I voiced, trying to get rid of the silence.

She mused. "A few thousand feet, I presume."

She suddenly laughed, maybe at the thought of being so high up with someone. The laughter abruptly stopped though, and she turned to me.

"What are you doing?"

I mused

"Nothing. Wanna go for a walk?"

She stifled a giggle. It was beginning to disturb me, and she could see that.

"Together? Definitely."