The clock had struck 12. Natasha was in her bedroom
thinking, pondering hard.
The clock chimed the second time. Natasha was in front
of the television, in her bedroom, thinking, pondering
hard if it was time to get it out of her system.
The clock chimed the third time. Natasha left her
bedroom. She seated herself comfortably on to the
toilet seat praying that her mind would be set at
ease.
The clock went silent. Nothing. Natasha stayed seated
on the toilet with her face cradled in her hands. With
her panties down, she continued to wait. She wondered
further if this was really the right time. Maybe it
was a slight misjudgment of indications. Maybe
everything was really alright and she just needed to hit the
sack.
Tiny gaseous whispers could be heard securing her to
stay a while longer.
A magazine of placed beside her. She picked it up,
hoping that maybe reading the
make the time past by faster.
Natasha flipped the page, water from the above
toilet ran down the pipes. It made her twitch. Is this
really so hard to do? She ignored the flowing water
and turned the page.
“I know that there are a lot of perfumes already in
the market. And that there’ll be a lot of competition.
I mean, Jenifer Lopez is making good money from just
her perfume collection alone. But I did have an idea
of what kind of scent I wanted to create. I stuck to
the idea and made it work for me,” Paris Hilton, Woman
Weekly.
“Have an idea and make it work for you,” the words
echoed in Natasha’s head. Natasha closed the magazine. She
had made her decision and she was going to make it
work for her.
With a victorious flush and washing of hands, she
dialed his number.
“Hello, Hafez? I made my decision. I want to be with
you. And I’m going to make it work for me and the both
of us. Yeah.”
“Oh, and how did you come up with that?”
“When I was peeing. I told you the toilet is the best
place for thinking.”