Gay in the City…Single and Trapped

No matter how early I wake up, the last final moments before I leave my apartment are almost always hurried and chaotic; a ritual of final adjustments and helmet snapping as I leap out into my hallway and dash down the stairs towards my bicycle. This morning however, conscious of the fact that I was attending a glamorous festival party after work, I gave myself extra time to prepare, and was fully dressed, arms laden with recycling, a full ten minutes before my regular departure time!

I turned the dead bolt on my door, and tugged.

Nothing happened.

I have been living alone now for two years, and have never been the sort of person to chat to myself. With the exception of the tinnitus ringing in my ears, and the traffic gently shushing on the street below, my apartment is an oasis of silence, a mausoleum of muteness… but this morning, my mouth opened, and I heard myself say something.

Read the rest (it’s hilarious) at Gay in the City!