The number of infinity

by Kateřina Bohušová
24th September 2022

As I sit here with one foot on either side of the ledge of my apartment's window, looking down from one story above the streets of little part in Prague, I can't help but think about you and writing this. My alarm's gonna go off any minute. I've been up half the night throwing back and forth, counting the joints in the ceiling and mentally repeating the schedule of tomorow’s work gather up. Someone's counting sheep before sleeping. I'm planning. My head won't let me stop. "Kate!" I heard my friend’s voice from another room. I groaned and slipped out of the narrow bed. I took my time tucking the corners of the bedspread under the headboard because I know I want to come to a clean bed when I come home after this long boring working day. "Kate!" "I'm awake!" I yelled. The slamming of the bathroom cabinet door from the hallway proclaimed that my friend was as panicked as I was. My stomach was spasmodically clenched, and while showering, I prayed that the feeling of not wanting to go there would dissipate during the day. When I got in the shower, my tense muscles relaxed a little. I stood under the hot water and tried to calm my mind, even though in I was actually going through the opposite process. I just couldn't to concentrate on what I was doing, and by the time I'd washed my hair and body. barely enough hot water to shave my legs from the knees down. I wrapped my wet body in a towel, but by then my friend was on me again. ...was calling me. I knew it was her nervousness talking. I decided to let her to calm her down a little bit and I started blowing my hair. I knew how my friend B had this day planned because she was so excited about it.

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