Life of Eve

I stood by my window as I watched the sun set. The text I just received on my phone made my coffee taste bland and I immediately dropped the mug. My heart began to palpitate. Why did I feel that way? It was caused by the text I just received from my workplace. The text said that my company was going to make an important announcement tomorrow and my attendance was mandatory. My heart beat so fast because I felt that the announcement my company was going to make concerned invention. My hunch told me so. I worked at an inventing company. I've worked there for over twelve years and counting. Since I was a little boy, I always had this zeal to invent because it made me feel seen, appreciated, alive. It made me experience something else.

I chose invention because I obviously wanted to attach something to my life.

I felt very privileged and lucky at my workplace. I felt glad that they'd seen my zeal and skills and hired me. The company I worked for was the highest paying invention company in the country so I felt really honoured to work there and I gave them my everything. I hadn't invented anything for the past two years so I felt empty. This work related text message I just received made me squirm in anticipation. I couldn't wait for what my bosses had to announce tomorrow.

I checked the time. It was half past six now. It was time for my meditation. An inventor could only come up with clean ideas in a clear head.

As I sat down, I crossed my legs and shut my eyes.

I took deep breaths, struggling to feel some sort of quiet in the weather, some kind of peace.

Then I began to hear sounds. It was a shrill scream and I knew it came from next door.

"Damnit!" I cursed. Why was it now that I chose to meditate that my neighbors decided to make noise?

I ignored the sound and shut my eyes again, trying to concentrate but I heard the sounds again. I listened now. They were moaning sounds. I clenching my fist. Were my neighbors boning while I was trying to meditate in a quiet environment? The thought of pissed me.

I shut my eyes again. Concentrate Harley! I chided myself. I just couldn't. The moans were getting louder. I knew I shouldn't disturb their love making but I really had to meditate. Before I knew it, my feet carried me outside my porch, outside my gate, and to my neighbor's house. They left their gate open so I just got in.

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"What's up? Why you banging on my door?" My sweaty neighbor's gruff voice rang in my ears. I studied his expression. He was aggravated. Who wouldn't be?

"Hey man, I came over to tell you that..." How was I going to put it now? Tell your boner to moan silently. You guys are noisy and I need quiet.... I was supposed to say that, wasn't I? They disrupted my meditation and I had the freedom to speak my--

"What's up, man. What did you come to tell me, I need to get back to business" My neighbor said, interrupting me

"I--I wanted to let you know that... I needed to tell you that..." Why the hell was I hesitating?

"Look, man, we'll talk later ---" He said and I knew what he was going to do next, he was going to slam his door in my face and I'll end up feeling shitty because I came all the way from my house to say something but I didn't because I just couldn't. And then I'd wonder why I didn't say it and I'll also come to a conclusion that I couldn't say it because I had a problem with my self esteem....

And then my warped, straying thoughts would ruin my meditation and my evening.

"You moan too loud!" I blurted out. I studied my neighbor's expression again. He was surprised. Then angry?

"What?"

"That--that is what I came to tell you. I want to meditate and I'm trying hard to concentrate but I can't because my neighbors want to whole world to know that they are having sex" I couldn't help but inject sarcasm at the end. That was just how I felt.

"Dude!" My neighbor's voice rose to an octave "You're gonna tell us how to bone?"

"No. I---" I was abruptly interrupted by him