Soccer Girl
Aaron was lying on his back on the sorry excuse for a cot that he called a bed. He had been up late at his bartending job, the best paying gig he could get that did not interfere with his college classes. Unlike most of his friends, he had chosen not to go to a large school with dormitories and had opted to commute to a community college. He had already finished his morning classes for the day and was trying to fall asleep despite the sun still being high in the sky, in hopes of being rested enough to be productive at work that night. Apart from the light, the noise of the bustling city below his 3rd floor apartment was distracting him. Furthermore, the sound of his neighbor rustling about next door was …