Venerdì, 02 Aprile, 2004 | Posted by Lionel Gerkin at 21:47

I saw her there. Lying there. Her skirt around her bottom as if it had scrunched up to allow some fresh air in. Lord knows she probably needed some. Her hair was so askew she looked like a before picture in a shampoo advertisement.

How did she get here? I looked around. There was the back door to the dancing ballroom where she often went at night. Obviously I recognised her immediately.

It was Silvia. My Manager at the Dance Factory. I doubt she would have any clue of who I was. She was asleep. Even in this state, she still looked absolutely beautiful to me. She was an angel. She coughed loudly and a large gobule of sputum spat out of her mouth and landed on my knee.

Oh well, never mind. It was Saturday and it was the day I did the washing.

I picked Silvia up in my arms and carried her the short distance to my apartment around the corner. I lay her on my bed and watched as she slept like a ...

I was going to say baby, but here was a womean who smelt like she had finished drinking a brewery. She farted loudly and long.

Her eyes slowly opened. The record player in the next apartemnt started playing "Underneath it all" by No Doubt.

Suddenly, the sun rushed in through the windows and lit up the place. Her eyes looked up at me with such a sharp innocence that I felt them slice away at my chest. I still carry the scars.

Her hand reached out as she started to sing:

There's times where I want something more
Someone more like me
There's times when this dress rehearsal
Seems incomplete
But, you see the colors in me like no one else
And behind your dark glasses you're...
You're something else

I wasn't even wearing dark glasses, but I knew exactly what she was saying. Her face lit up in the soft light of the morning. All her wrinkles from lack of sleep, all her smudged make up seemed to right itself. She glowed.

I added to the song:

You've used up all your coupons
And all you've got left is me
And somehow I'm full of forgiveness
I guess it's meant to be

She smiled at me and my heart melted. I knew then that we were meant to be, that I could see a part of Silvia that no one else had ever found.

My name is Lionel Gerkin and I once loved a girl called Silvia rose. this Silvia Rose, not the one you may hear about now and then.

You're really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
I'm really lucky
Underneath it all
You're really lovely

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