Manhattan Girl

It was a rainy, slushy, day in the downtown streets of Manhattan. I hated rain and slush and pretty much everything about every day. Yup, my life sucked. But, just as every morning, I forced myself out of bed put on my bathrobe and grabbed a cup of coffee as I made my way to the bathroom. 7:06 is what the neon red alarm clock flashed at me and I quickly slipped out of my nighty and into the warm shower before the cold could bite me. I let the water run through my long loose brown-ish curls and then clicked ON on the shower radio. I began to hum away to the music, “L is for the way you look at me, O is for the only one I see, V is very…” I could hear something beeping. I clicked the radio off and turned off the shower so I could hear clearer. It was the smoke alarm. Great, another fabulous way to start my day. I snatched a towel off the rack and wrapped it around me. I ran out the door of my apartment, down 7 flights of stairs and ran right smack into someone in the lobby. As we topple over, I hold my towel really tightly so that NOTHING can be exposed…I would have to move all over again if that happened, well actually, I’d probably have to move anyway.
The person whom I had shoved over quickly got up dusted herself (?) off, glared at me and briskly tromped down to the lobby’s door. I got up, embarrassed to cause such a scene and then I remembered why I had come down here in the first place. “Oh great, even more embarrassing,” I thought to myself and began to scream, “Fire!!!! Fire, there’s a fire on the seventh floor!!!” People began to gasp and run for the exits. A big man came over to me and said into his weird little earpiece, “Ruckus on seven, check bologna.” I crossed my eyes at him and then headed for the exit. He grabbed my arm.
“Excuse me, little lady, but you could be arrested for streaking you know.” I glared at him, “I’m not streaking!!! I’m escaping from a burning building!”
He laughed. I could have killed him.
“A burning building? I’m sure. Anyways, you’ll be going to court with me, please get dressed immediately.”
“You!” I said, while pointing my finger angrily at his face, “Just WAIT and-an-and, be quiet and, and listen!” His mouth shut so fast I almost fell over from surprise.
“I am not happy right now,” I continued, “And I don’t understand what you are saying to me. I was in my shower in the room C7 when I heard a loud beeping noise. It was the fire alarm.”
He interrupted, “Lady, we already had someone investigate when they saw you flying down the stairs BUCK naked. It was your coffee pot and all you need to take care of is a very messy kitchen. Now please go up to your room and get dressed and meet me in the gift shop in one hour.”
“But,” I began.
“No. Miss…GO!!!!!!”
I went. This might turn out to be an interesting day after all. Well, at least interesting for some people.

When I reached my apartment C7, I let out a long sigh and collapsed onto one of the couches my pure white towel falling to the floor. I looked out into the hall through the window and then stood again as I traipsed off to the bathroom. Before getting dressed, I re-soaked my hair in the shower and warmed up under the hot water. As I opened the shower door, steam wrapped around me and kept me warmer still. I smiled as I brushed my hair with long strokes and then blew it dry, taking my time. The detective had said an hour hadn’t he? I grinned again as I took my time brushing my teeth, rubbing on deodorant and putting on my underwear. I decided to get a matching set that was covered with black and white stripes. Pretty jaily looking to me, I giggled, but then replaced my giggle with a frown. I’m going to jail after all, right?

As I walked out of the bathroom into my gold plated bedroom, the closet doors automatically opened and I found myself facing a young man, who looked to be in his late 20’s in a cop uniform.
“Oh dear, um, I’m sorry, ma’am, I mean,” he blushed a very vibrant shade of red.
I laughed, “You mean you’ve never seen a girl in her underwear?”
He blushed darker, if that was at all possible and quickly scrambled out of my bedroom.
“Now you just wait outside,” I yelled after him, “I have a few questions for you!”
Then I sprinted deep into my closet, my long curls bobbing up and down.
“Hmmm,” I thought to myself, “This day might put my life in a better mood after all, I guess I just needed some excitement.” And with that, I pulled out a droopy pink cargo shirt with a star cami underneath and some nice black slacks to match. Then I slipped on some low black heels which fit just fine and were very comfortable for walking distances. I walked over to my body length mirror and looked at my reflection. My face was rosy, that was new and I looked very laid back…that was extremely new! I guess I was happy for once in my life. And, what the heck? I was going to jail, that sure was something to be happy about. Not.