R.E.M Diaries: I

"Sometimes... I, " the voice, slightly thicker than the usual female voice, paused for a while,  "... I wonder why I feel these conflicting extremities." 

"What do you mean?" replied a man's voice that almost sounded like a boy's. It was soft and melodious yet it thickened into a persuasive, intelligent baritone at times.

"I don't know.. I can't explain this paradox." The sun was halfway below the skyline, behind a million little houses and buildings that looked like blocks scattered unevenly on the ground far below. "I feel like I am the perpetrator and the helpless victim of every atrocity happening to any random person on this planet, especially myself."

"Just be happy... We should be. YOU should be. 'Coz you're beautiful. But that doesn't mean you get to bogus the damn joint!" 

Laughter echoed faintly in her ears. She could see smoke, and the burnt orange twilight shining along the boundaries of tens of consecutive small domes through that smoke.The sky was slightly cloudy, and someone seemed to have artistically spilled a bucketful of purple all over it. It was the roof-top of some deserted medieval building, an old mosque presumably. She couldn't see the faces of the two voices talking. She tried hard to, but she started to lose focus as a boqeh of lights coming from the windows of the distant houses spread in front of her eyes like the back of her eyelids. 

A silent, momentary, blurry pause.

Then all of a sudden, her ears started to echo with long, not-particularly loud, ferocious and upsetting arguments between two people. She recognized the two voices; his was still melodious and hers still unbefitting.

"Why the fuck don't you get it? What part of it is tripping you out?" he said frantically but without stooping   an inch.

She couldn't see his face for her eyes couldn't see above his neck no matter how hard she tried. She was seated in a perfect cubical room, with un-besmirched white walls for as far as she could see, though she could only see hazily. There were no windows, and the only door was on a distant corner far behind the inflated chest of his glorious figure standing 7 feet away.  A silence replied. 

She felt her breath getting harder because of lack of air. She jumped out of whatever she sat on and ran for the distant door, as the door ran farther away from her. She was sure she'd get to the door if she kept running, and especially if she ran fast enough. But she tripped, her body momentarily in the air and then a painful thud.

"Trrriiinnnnnnn Trrriiiinnnnnnn"

A loud and digital ring of a phone echoed through the length between her ears. She stood up and followed the sound through a dark alley into a dark room. There were two figures presumably asleep on two separate beds placed carefully along two sides of the room and a third bed, placed in similar fashion along a third wall of the same room, was unmade and empty. The sound of the ringing was loudest in this room. In the darkness, she saw something twinkling beneath the sheets of the unmade bed. It was a cellular phone, flashing some numbers and a name.

"Hello?" she said, imitating the voice of the female she had been hearing.

"I'm sorry... I really am. I've been thinking about it and I'm sorry. How can I be mad at you when you're so beautiful?" said the same male voice from across the phone, only sounding digital this time, but melodious nonetheless. 

"Who are you?" she tried to say but before she could, she heard her laughter on the phone. Her face contorted into discomforting curves as it grew pale of bewilderment. A drop of sweat swept down behind her ear. She was connected to a con-call through the fibers of the fabric of time.

"I couldn't live without you.. " he said, with an added affectionate chuckle.

"I know... Me neither.. " she heard her smiling voice again in the phone's speaker, without having moved her lips or uttered a word.

Her ears were filled with laughter again, that faded into a white noise that cleared itself into a distinct, trivial chatter between two young females.
 "GET UP YOU BUM!" said one of them.

She slowly opened her eyelids, letting in a tsunami of bright and painful light into her eyes. She was in her room, amidst erratic strolling of her two roommates, now waking up in her make-do bed and rubbing her eyes as she got up.

"What time is it?" she uttered in gibberish, still only half awake from her sound, dreamless slumber.