Daydreamer

"It's me again..." uttered softly a girl from the edge of a door," I figured you were feeling a bit lonely."

It was two in the morning. The door was open for no reason. In this dirty old apartment that had a strange green carpet that was somewhat dusty. This gorgeous girl with curly blond hair and green eyes appears in the edge of the door to talk with Marcos. He was sitting calmly in a chair drinking black coffee and writing in some old notebook.

"What makes you think I feel lonely?" he said.

"You have your door open at two thirty in the morning. What else can I think?"

There was a long silence. Finally he drinks his last sip of coffee and stands up. He walks towards her with a calm and steady pace.

"Do I know you?" he uttered.

"I think you wouldn't care that a girl like me comes to your room and starts to talk to you out of the blue." she said.

"Well, what if I did?" he uttered.

"Then you wouldn't be fun. Can I come in?" she said while starting to step toward him.

"At least tell me your name gorgeous." he said as he walked back to his chair.

"Thank you for the compliment. My name is Kelly," she said. She sat on a chair close to the door, somewhat away from him.

"You must feel lonely. I guess the fact that you appeared here made me think that way. Am I right?"

"Does it matter? You never told me if you were lonely so I will just forget that I touched on the topic of loneliness."

"Well then why are you here?"

"Don't you have anything else to say besides questions?"

"Ok, let's start over, my name is Marcos," he said as he puts away his old notebook.

They talked for hours that night. It was the strangest thing I've ever witnessed. That was the first time Kelly, a prostitute, has behaved. She kept in her place acting like a schoolgirl in front of a pop-star. She seemed to not care about the money anymore. That night she was going to go back to Bruno with no money, but with what seemed to be a newfound desire to change. It was like nothing I've ever witnessed. Nothing seemed to be as interesting as them.

That night their chairs got progressively closer and closer until they both decided to sit in the bed; finally he wrapped his arms around her and lied down. That night I could tell they slept like babies. No sex, no need for it, it was all something else. Something I've never seen before in this God forsaken place. Something I wanted to see more of.

By ten in the morning Kelly was gone and Marcos was left to wake up alone. He looked like he didn't mind it at all. I could see him smiling away, I bet he was wondering what that feeling was. It seemed like something intangible, certainly an honest feeling.

I kept a vigilant look for them all week. For a week they didn't contact each other. I could only see Marcos I had no clue where she was. I decided to break my number one rule I contacted Marcos. I walked up to him and asked him about his girlfriend Kelly. I needed to know. He ignored me, pretty much like he does to everyone. I didn't care I wanted to know. I needed to know.

For the first time I finally saw her coming up the elevator. When she got to the room there was a note. I had no clue what the note said but she turned around. Marcos finally arrived alone to the building. They both find themselves in the elevator and hug each other. She looks at the camera from the corner of her eyes and before I could even notice it five or six federal agents were entering the building. They ran straight to my apartment and discovered my operation. I had cameras everywhere, in the bathrooms, in the bedrooms, in the hallways, in the elevators; I tape it all, the lust, the filth, the scum, the good, the bad, everything. I blackmailed congressmen, I sold tapes of the prostitutes and their filthy clients, and I even taped the death of a businessman that refused to pay the prostitute. I was numb, nothing surprised me anymore. Yet for the first time, I had a glimpse of what life is without loneliness, without the filth, without scum, something I rarely see, and for the first time I had faith in humanity, and didn't care anymore if I went to jail. I saw a dream in those cameras, my dream, the dream that made me have hope for humanity, a dream that came from the forgotten parts of this city.

The end