Untitled Story 01 Part 1.2

‘It’s good to be here in my house...’

‘Oh Paul! How are things going with your job?’

‘It’s great, dear –-’

Sensing that someone’s touching his chest, Paul slightly opened his eyes; saw a woman with the same appearance of his wife, sleeping beside him.

‘I was wondering… are you free tomorrow evening?’

‘I’m available.’

‘Swell!’

‘Why do you ask?’

‘Well, we could spend time together –’

He was wondering why he heard some conversations with his wife in his head. Did he forget something important? Or did he not much pay attention to it? Slightly lifting the blanket to go out, the woman suddenly greeted, rose up:

“Good Morning, Paul.”

He was now stunned upon seeing her and her bare skin. She continued, came closer, touched his face and gave him a kiss on his lips. His face turned red. He could not utter any word from his mouth, though he had several questions in mind that he would like to ask.

Tell me something that I don’t know.

Checking the time in the wall clock, she stood up and went to the bathroom. Meanwhile, he jumped out of the bed, rushed to the cabinet, took some clothes. As she came out few minutes later, he rushed back to the bed, hid his clothes under the pillow, and laid down, covering himself with a blanket. She looked at him, smiled for awhile and told him: “I would like to stay with you for long, but… I have some work to do. Ta-ta for now.”

As the woman left the room, he took out his clothes under the pillow, rushed to the bathroom. Inside, He placed them in one side, opened the faucet in the bathtub while he brushed his teeth. Looking at his image in the bathroom mirror, he pondered some questions in mind.

Did the time backtrack? Is that woman my wife? What happened to me last night? Where are the others?

Few minutes later, after brushing his teeth, he turned off the faucet, went inside the tub and closed the shower curtains. While he slowly submerged his body into the warm water, memories popped out like a movie film.

“I must be worrying too much. I should let go for awhile.” He muttered to himself, shutting his eyes and submerged himself to the water.

Hey get up, Macca. We’re waiting for you.

Upon hearing that voice in his head, he immediately rose up, gasped for air. He was intrigued. Searching for his towel, he noticed as silhouette appeared in the bathroom, slowly approaching towards him. He’d though that the door was locked. As it came closer, pulled the shower curtains, he immediately submerged himself to the water, shut his eyes and forget what he saw. The person spoke, shook his body. Hearing that familiar voice, he opened his eyes, rose up and mentioned, completely annoyed:

“What in the world are you doing in the bathroom, John?! I need space right now.”

John paused for awhile. Paul took a towel, wiped his face and wrapped it around his body. Then, he pushed his friend out of the bathroom.

“Say –”

“Don’t even dare,” He interrupted, locked the bathroom door as he began to wear his clothes. “I’m still changing.”

While wearing it, he saw himself once again in the mirror, reminded himself in 1964. He smiled. As soon as he’s finished freshen himself up, he went out of the room, found no one in his room. Later, while he began to search for his car keys, he found an object wrapped in a newspaper, lying inside the drawer, along with the car keys. After which, he heard John’s voice coming from another room. Going there, he found him laid down on the couch, waiting.

“Macca, what took you so long? I’ve been waiting –”

With that kind of tone from him, He rose up, approached him. Paul felt uneasy of the atmosphere. Then, John pushed him towards the wall, seemed trying to make a scene.

“Oh, what are you doing? Do you have any pro—“

“You look cute when you’re like this.”

“What is wrong with you?!” He was panicking, trying to pull himself away.

“You don’t like it?” John replied, began to unbutton his coat.

“Please, just tell me what is wrong with you!!” Paul insisted pushing away, as his friend unbuttoned his blouse.

Before John unbuttoned the last two buttons in his blouse, Paul kicked his friend’s crotch, forcibly pushed him away. Afterwards, He went to the door, turned the knob. As soon as he closed the door, he saw himself, almost undressed. Then, he encountered some of his friends in the studio, completely exhausted.