It was 3 a.m and I was awakened out of my bed by the loud voice coming from the television program playing in the living room down the hallway.
"Police have drawn a sketch of the man seen here and believe he is connected to a series of armed robberies that happened last month in the neighborhood of Bensonhurst. If you have any details…."
The loud snoring coming from my roommate Daniel competed with the high volume from the television. Next to his feet was an empty glass bottle of Corona with some tissue stuffed into the top half. He would turn the television on as soon as he got home from work and would use the voices from the television as a lullaby while he laid across the couch with his head peeking out of the large blue quilted sheets his mother gave him. It was the only way he could fall asleep while he lived away from home during the five-month long college semester.
Meanwhile, as I fixed myself a tuna sandwich, I could feel my phone vibrating. It was Lorraine. Lorraine and I had been dating for two years and I still didn’t have the courage to break up with her. She was a tall, beautiful girl with olive skin that complemented her mocha-colored eyes. In fact, Lorraine was the perfect girlfriend. The only problem I had with Lorraine is that she demanded my time. I was an inexperienced sophomore in college, and Lorraine wasn’t going to help change that. I would go to parties with the guys and discover a countless number of missed calls from Lorraine. She would show up to my dorm room unexpectedly, kiss me in public, and worst of all, she’d try to sleep over everyday. Instead of answering her phone call, I proceeded to fix my sandwich until the phone rang no more.
