I wrote this well...I don't really know what it is...last night. It's still in draft stage but please tellme what you think.
Apartment 5B
He tromps up the worn stairs, gaze floating down the long corridor of doors, portals into the lives of others.He stops at the one that is his own, wishing it were another; wishing that instead of cold lonliness, there would be a warm fire, a dog, maybe even a girlfriend who would cook dinner for him. He struggles with the lock, perhapsa little longer than necessary, and slowly creaks the door open. White walls, black, leather sofa, standard size TV. No greeting, just silence. He walks into the kitchen, also white, everything in place. His hands float to his neck and stay there for a while. He wishes they were someone else's; someone he could talk to. After devouring the remains of a bag of chips, he opens a cupboard and searches for the cough medicine. Sick he is not but he knows that without it, he won't fall asleep and he must wake up early tomorrow morning. He downs a dose and a half and soon starts to feel a blanket of sleep come upon him. Later he will find out that he has cancer,or that the girl he slept with two weeks ago is pregnant, but right now, sleep is all that matters.
