Missenscène

I woke up this morning to a knock at my boyfriend’s door. It was 9 o’clock am, and he had left for work about an hour earlier. I didn’t know who would be knocking so early on a Saturday.  I sleepily followed my barking dog to the door, and realized it was open–just a crack. I looked out the peephole and saw a security guard holding a guitar. That’s strange, I thought..

“Hi..,” I say as I slowly open the door.

“Is this your guitar?” the security guard asks.

“Um..Maybe. I think so. I don’t know,” I answer. “It looks like my boyfriend’s, but he has three.”  A girl appears next to the guard. She seems super awake, excited and she’s dressed in men’s clothes.

“Yeah, it’s your guitar”, she declares.

I look at her. She looks to be about twenty-years-old. She is quite pretty. She has long brown curly hair. I think she’s hispanic.  Her wide grin seems permanent. At this point, I’m a bit confused. Am I dreaming? What the hell is going on? Did she steal my boyfriend’s guitar from his unlocked apartment while I was sleeping? A thousand thoughts go through my head.

“Are these your boyfriend’s clothes?” the guard asks me as the pretty girl shows off her attire. She poses in men’s clothes-way too big for her. I think she has something else underneath, but I try not to stare.

“Huh?” I utter in total confusion. “I’ve never seen them before”.

“I was here last night” she exlaims.

“I don’t think so because I was here all night”, I tell the guard and the girl. “What is going on?

“Did this girl take your boyfriend’s guitar? We found her wandering the halls, and she said she was staying on this floor with some guy.”

“Let me check”. I go inside and find all of my boyfriend’s guitars safe and secure.  I come back to the door and open it a bit. ”How do you know my boyfriend?” I ask quickly.

“I met him last night”, she exclaims.

“What does he look like?” I ask.

“Well, he’s got big bushy eyebrows…and he’s bald,” she says as she smiles. “He was cute”.

“Definitely not my boyfriend,” I say. “And his guitar is here”, I tell the guard.

“Well,  that’s not what she said earlier. And the door was slightly open, so we thought maybe she came from here,” explained the guard.

“No. I’ve never seen her in my life, ” I say.

“Thanks”, says the guard. He looks disappointed. “Can you call your boyfriend and let him know you’re alright?”

“Okay- but he’s working,” I say.

“I just talked to him, and he’s worried,” utters the guard as he walks away.

“Okay”,  I say.

“C’mon with me”, the guard says to the pretty girl. I close the door and go get my phone. It was on silent. I missed two calls from my boyfriend. I call him immediately.

“What is going on?” I ask. “With the girl and the guitar?”

“Are you okay?” he asks. Security called me and said, ‘Your girlfriend is super mussed up and wandering around the building with your guitar.”

“Wasn’t me,” I say. “She was pretty messed up.”

“The door must have not closed all the way when I left with all my gear this morning,” he explains.

“Well, that was strange. I’m going back to bed now,” I say. “Have a good day”.

I went back to sleep. Later, I went out to get some coffee and stopped by the security desk. “Whatever happened with that girl? Did she find the right loft?”

“No”, a different security guard says. “But, she must have been on something. She left and wandered down the street. She took off all her clothes in public. She got arrested.”

“Wow…she must have been really messed up.”

“Must have been something real good,” he says.