I rubbed my sweaty palms together ,while waiting for my laundry to dry in the shitty apartment dryer. The rumbling noise was comforting in the Sunday morning silence. The gray cobwebs on the ceilings swung gently from the dry hot july wind blowing into the laundry room, bringing in the the week old chlorine smell from the apartment pool a few feet away. My hair was matted to my head but at least the sweat worked as a binding to keep it out of my face. My icy roommate kept suggesting getting a haircut but I was too lazy to do it. One of these days, I was going to wake up with him standing over me with a pair of kitchen shears. He almost frisbeed his laptop at me when I walked out of my room only wearing swim trunks because I procrastinated on doing my laundry. I doubt he would let me back in the apartment if I don't come back with it all done. "You ass," I chuckled to myself. Just as I leaned against the old washing machines, I heard a loud thud a few feet away. I looked up to see a small woman quickly picking up and tossing her spilled laundry into a white laundry basket on the floor. Her black hair was short and cropped a few inches below her narrow jaw. Her feathery bangs bounced up and down, revealing her furrowed brows. Her dark eyes were cast down, preoccupied with the spilled content on the floor. When she suddenly glanced up at me and her small lips formed the words "S..sorry." Everything around us drowned in an ocean of faint yellow. Her pale face scrunched up in adorable confusion because she was seeing a half naked creep gawking at her in a dusty laundry room. If only she could see how fragile and perfect she looked floating in the color of her own voice. "Aa..re you done with the dry...er?" she stuttered, her slender arms clutching two sides of the laundry basket. It looked enormous in her arms. Barely, being able to recover from the new wave of yellow , I could only manage to nod my head and go into autopilot. I somehow got my basket to the dryer and tossed my clothes in. In a matter of seconds, I walked past her with my basket of clothes in hand, trying not to look back but I could feel her dark eyes and the fingers of the delicate yellow on my bare back the whole way out. On my way up the stairs, I couldn't help but smile. I met a glass woman who was going to shatter into a million pieces and cut up all my insides. I couldn't wait.