Because of the insomnia and all the thoughts running through my mind I decide to go to an all-night supermarket and that's when I see the tall naked woman.
I cannot see her naked body. She is wearing a long coat buttoned up to the neck. All I can see is her face. It is very pale. Her hands are pale too. And her feet. Her feet are bare and look as if she has recently had them pedicured. I think to myself that the soles of her feet must feel very cold as she walk along the aisles of the all night supermarket. She is like a marble statue.
I decide to follow her. There is no logical reason for my decision. I try not to make it too obvious but to be honest i don't think she would notice. A woman who decides to walk through an all-night supermarket whilst naked beneath a long coat is totally immersed in a world of her own. At least that's what I think but maybe i am wrong. Maybe she is trying to find a place in the world. You can never be totally certain about people and their reasons for doing certain things. Everyone is lost to a certain extent.
She continues to walk. She has a basket in her hand. In the basket there is a loaf of whole-meal bread, six oranges in a string bag, a tin of salmon, a tub of yogurt. She likes to eat healthy I surmise. But again I could be wrong.
I wonder what her story is or if indeed she has one. She must have a story or is she just an aimless character wandering through a story? And is that the way she feels? That she has no real purpose in life? That walking naked through an all-night supermarket gives her life some meaning in purpose? Does it make her feel brave, powerful, sexual?
I want to say something to her but have no idea what it is so I just continue to follow her. She puts some more items in her basket and goes up to the check out. I go to the checkout beside her. I do not want to stand behind her. I pay for the items I have in my basket, Put them into a paper carrier bag and then I go outside to my car.
I decide to have a cigarette. I roll down the window. The tall naked woman is standing in the middle of the car park. She is looking around. Her expression is vacant. I take another drag on my cigarette as I observe her. Is she waiting for someone? A man perhaps? Maybe that's why is naked underneath her long coat. Some erotic game. A form of foreplay.
Then she turns her head and looks directly at my car. Directly at me. Her lips move as though she is about to say something but no words come out. She just continues to look at me.
"Are you Okay?" I ask her.
She speaks: "I think so."
"Are you waiting for somebody?"
