Tissue Paper Love (Working Title) : Draft

A sea of red, pink, off white and peach tissue paper is scattered throughout Jake’s simple and antiquated loft.   It is quiet and the only light that begs to be known is the sunlight that forces its way through the dusty venetian blinds, graced by a chic chiffon curtain. It is always a proud ten a.m. light.  Jake’s legs are heavy as he rummages through massive piles of red, pink, off white and peach in search of his keys to lock up lest the mess escapes. 

A piece of tissue paper clings to his hand as he finds his keys jamming them both into his pant pocket.  He lets out a sigh and is unaware of the lustful tissue paper.  He will later discover it when he locks up to meet Emily at The Perk - a nearby café.  He will shake it from his finger until it is granted freedom to fall to the floor where it will lay lonely and abandoned until Claire, the quiet neighbor, walks hesitantly past. The tissue paper will find refuge in the sole of her newly purchased shoes.  Claire will never notice the tissue paper and it will later become red dye in a puddle of water just outside the sandwich shop where Claire will order a veggie special and find a hair in it.

He sits on the left side of his half made bed facing the window.  The blankets are thin and a sandy brown.  When he saw them in their plastic encasing on the clearance shelf, they reminded him of hiking trips with his mother and father before the accident.  He doesn’t remember where he purchased them. He only remembers the impulsive manner in which he washed them eight times the day he brought them home.  He looks to the floor and lets out a deep sigh.

Loving Emily is difficult.  She is not a strikingly beautiful girl, but she is the most beautiful girl that Jake has ever known.  Her hair is difficult to manage and is always worn in a lazy ponytail.  Her makeup is always uneven at her jaw line immediately before it connects to her ear. She is funny and quirky and holds a grudge.  She is a clumsy dancer and this is why Jake wants to love her.   

When the letter first arrived he read it and placed it on the bed.  Since then, it has found its way back onto the floor.  From where he sits, he reads the letter again as if there would be a delay in time if the letter were farther away.

The paper was torn out of a spiral notebook.  Messy.  She was a clumsy dancer.