view from the appartment: Dragon's tail-pt.3
Deciding not to answer the phone, I let it ring. It lets out 5 rings and stops. ''If it's important they'll call back'' I think to myself. Lazily dragging myself out of the covers of my bed, I walk over to the window, parting the curtains, I can see the appartment blocks opposite mine, the roads about 12 floors down, the hospital in the distance, and the garage at the street corner. ''What a view'' the sarcastic little voice in my head exclaims. ''Hmmm, there's something i'm forgetting...'' I say aloud, hoping that the sound of my own voice might jog my memory. It doesn't.
Wandering across my bedroom, avoiding what looks like, the remains of an underwear war. I grab my trousers and pull them on clumsily. My feet squeezing through the legs and popping out, relieved, once they're though. Trying to decide between my two favourite shirts, suddenly, it dawns on me, ''hospital.... Daxi'' I've been meaning to catch up with the posh moptop for quite a while now. Last I heard he'd been ripped a new tailhole for stealing a dragon's mate. An explanation that only poses more questions. ''Perhaps you should've answered the phone, hmm?'' The sarcastic little voice chips in again.
''Anyway...'' I quickly get back on track, pulling on a plain black tee, stroking down any messy hairs on my ears, putting 4 rings into my left ear and then giving a classic example of a ' good mornin' stretch'. Hurrying to the door, stalling one last time to ritually look into the mirror, checking to make sure my tail is in tip-top condition, 'nobody likes grabbing a bunny's tail when it's all messy'.
With no further ado, I head out the door, run to the elevator, and make my way towards the road, en route to the hospital...