Have you ever stood somewhere and wondered where the night would go? It never occurred to Don as he sat at the bar and swished his little scotch glass that he could be happy in life. He was a semi-successful businessman whom had acquired a taste for cultural art and such. He had the native African masks hanging on the walls of his apartment and the little statue of some nude woman. With all this stuff, it never seemed to do much for him. And as the night moved on, Don continued to think of all the objects that he had collected in life. In his head he was trying to add up what he had spent on these fine artifacts and pieces of art. He wondered if just buying these items put him in touch with cultured people. Don didn’t know how to define himself; therefore he couldn’t accept any gratitude for anything done in his life. Was there any cause for concern? Well I suppose there should be, but Don will be okay. What about Maria? There’s not much about her for the moment. She has been on Don’s mind, but he tries not to let it cloud his mind or distract him from his own thoughts of finding whatever it is he was questioning.
Don would often rustle in bed from being uncomfortable. He would try and relax himself before he went to lie down, in hopes of a better sleep. He went out tonight to go out and do something instead of sitting in his apartment. Much of Don’s life he would read or work on something at his desk. (*The previous night) With the flip of the little desk lamp, Don prepares to sit down in his hand chosen chair. The desk ensemble is stylish. It’s made up of a nice wood, which gives it a standard feel, but is still modern in the way it is. He has been spending a fair amount of time at his desk lately. Sometimes he’ll sit there and think about Maria. The only problem with Don is that he probably won’t do anything about her and will just wait until it’s too late. At that point, how could he feel bad any longer? Since he knows that his shot is gone he doesn’t have to think about getting all flustered next time he thinks of asking her. If only Don could muster up the sense that if he doesn’t do something then he’ll never know about what could be. Plus, if he won’t see her again, what’s the matter with taking a chance. But for Don it always seems as a no win situation. Why does he continue to lie in bed dreaming when he should act on his instincts instead of over thinking the whole thing? Maybe he thinks he has a self-esteem issue or that he doesn’t measure up to anyone else. As long as he keeps up with how he’s done things, he’ll stay right where he is. That and he’ll have a hard time moving because he’s upward of 300 pounds. Like pop’n’fresh, he’s similar to a big ball of dough that you can mold into whatever you need.