The continuing tale of a woman who escapes her nowhere life by traveling the world of imagination.
The knock comes louder this time.
“Room service.”
Maya squinches her eyes tightly.
“Hello? Maya?”
There’s a pounding on her temple.
“Anyone in there?”
Maya opens her eyes to find Jenny’s knuckles rapping on her head. A deli bag drops in front of her.
“Turkey and Swiss, no tomato.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, thanks.”
Jenny pushes aside a pile of papers and hops up on Maya’s desk, her black mini sliding high up her fishnet-clad thighs.
“Geez, where were you?” Jenny asks, bubble gum snapping.
“What? Oh, I was just resting my eyes.”
“Uh huh. Well, be careful. Angela’s on a tear, bear.” Angela was the head of the reservations department where Maya and Jenny worked, and was notorious for her random outbursts.
“Thanks. I’ll keep an eye out for her.”
“Hard to do when you’ve got them shut.” Jenny twirls her pink-streaked blond locks. “Hey, what ya doin’ tonight?”
“I’m curling up with Netflix. Javier Bardem double-bill.”
“You gotta come with Jimmy and me to the Sugar Shack. It’s karaoke night.”
“I’m good, thanks.”
“Won’t take no for an answer. It’ll be fun. We’ll do a threesome.” Jenny winks, bouncing off the desk. “See ya tonight!”
“No, really—” But Jenny was already halfway down the hall, hips swaying to her own rhythm.
Great, thought Maya. Ever since she’d split with Rick a year ago, she’d been the proverbial third wheel, and the ride left her off-balance.
Bbbrrinng. Maya sighs, puts on her headset. She stands up and scans the room over her cubicle.
“Reverie Cruise Line.”
Her coworkers lost in their own little partitioned worlds, Maya sits back down and stares at the blinking phone line until it rolls over to another extension. She closes her eyes.
“Where will your fantasies take you today?” She asks the dead air on the other end.