NAME| Alan Sheffield-Westmond
LOCA| Apartment 45, Fresa Apartments, Goodyear
ACTN| Typing on his laptop.
INVT| Wallet [in: $16, photo ID, credit card]
OBJV| None.
I sat at the computer, typing up lots of random ideas onto a notepad document. I do this every couple weeks or so; most of these impromptu typing suggestions consist of my thoughts on current events and other events throughout my life. I don't usually let people take a look at them, so whenever shows up I quickly save them and close them down, moving them into an inconspicuous folder in the bowels of the operating system.
I was typing when there was a light rapping at the door. "Alan? Harriet? Is anybody in there?" The voice at the door was a familiar one, my neighbor Megan. She's lived next door for as long as I can remember, only moving in a month after us. Her family and ours are so closely knit we'll come home to find Megan or her brother or anybody playing with Cabbage. We don't care. They're family to us.
I walked to the door, yelling, "It's Alan! What's up?" I walked right next to the door, waiting for a response. "Yeah, uh, can I borrow a towel?"
"Why?"
"Look through the peephole. Just.. don't look down.."
I did as she asked. I leaned outward toward the door and put my eye to the peephole. I allowed my eyes to focus, and found that.. she was naked, dripping wet, and looking very embarrassed. I couldn't really help looking down further, checking out her naked body. She spoke up, "Alan. I can see you looking, starfish." She said this jokingly, being only a year younger.
"stuff, sorry. Sorry, sorry. Let me get you a towel."
I heard her giggling from the other side of the door as I went to the bathroom closet, grabbing a towel, and walking back to the door. "Alright, I have the towel. Whatever you don't want me to see, cover it."
"I'll try."
I opened the door, and gave her the towel quickly, attempting to maintain eye contact but slowly failing. "Why do you not have any towels?"
"All in the wash."
"And you're.. alright.. with standing in the middle of the hall like this?" I looked up and down the hall. I looked back at her and she had covered herself with the towel.
"Not really, pretty sure there's nobody else here though." She readjusted the towel.
I shrugged. "Need anything else?"
She shook her head no. "I'm good. See ya."
"Bye." I closed the door, and walked back to my computer. Unsurprisingly, I began to write in detail of what had just happened. I always feel the need to write about everything, no matter how strange or awkward it is.
This isn't the first time Megan has needed a towel. Then again, her other family members have come over asking for towels as well before. I contemplate this for a moment, but shrug it off. After a few more minutes of typing, I close the laptop, and grab my car keys before heading out the door. Again, I run into Megan, clothed this time. "Going for a spin?" she asks, knowing how much I love driving my Tesla. I smile, glance down at my car keys, and nod. "Have fun." She walks to the left, while I walk to the right, enter the elevator, and press the button to go down.
