19/2/10 07:29 - portrait of a girl
sunlight streaming through the bay window and accented her hair, hints of golden strands swam through a river of chestnut locks. the mop of her ponytail slung haphazardly over her shoulder as she settled more deeply into the chair, her head propped up against the palm of her hand. the remote control rested atop her thigh. her slender fingers rapped lightly against the buttons. reflections of light bounced off of the silver thumb ring with the slightest motion of her hand, a keen counterpart to the golden cross that slung down around her neck.
she sat on the recliner with her feet tucked underneath her. how such a sitting position could be comfortable, i’ll never know. i told her that the lever at the side of the chair extended the foot rest.
‘i know how to work a chair,’ she replied dismissively, too deeply immersed in the serial-killing comforts of dexter on the television to entertain further queries on anatomical configurations.
during the commercial, i got up. she tilted her head and looked up at me as i stretched out, swinging my arms back and forth. her eyes were hazel from a distance, but up close, they were green on the outside that faded into a reddish-brown, with flecks of gold, like photographs of cosmic supernova in science textbooks. her eyes narrowed as i walked past her. her hand continued to pet the remote, as if it were a cat on her lap. she could have passed for a criminal mastermind of an era gone by.
‘where are you going?’ she asked.
‘coffee,’ i said when i reached the kitchen.
when i sat back down, she stretched her arm toward me, fingers flittering.
‘make your own.’
i rolled my eyes.
‘just a sip.’
the corners of her mouth betrayed a grin. her eyes twinkled. she was lying. i handed her the mug anyway.
she sank back into the safety of her seat. this time with her knees up against her chest as she held the mug in both of her hands, purposely making loud slurping sounds as she drank my coffee. she traded calculated, suspicious looks between the television and me.
letting out a deep sigh, i stood up again to get another coffee. she grabbed my wrist as i walked by. i stopped and looked back down at her. she handed back my coffee and smiled.
‘thanks,’ i said surprised.
‘it needs more sugar.’
i raised my eyebrow.
she pointed at the kitchen. ‘that way.’
Mirrored from fully automatic.