Gabriela y serpentia

A great serpent swept across the room. Gabriela, in a mess, balled up on a couch, never saw the creature approaching - its very body like the arc of an axe, flowing in to her.
Her life was one huge improvised sound - a near cacophony of strange buzzes and handsome clapping. In her hand, the ragged tissue of a broken heart - which looked much like the soggy tissue of a winter cold.
Cold and sheer as the tiled surface of the woman’s flat, the snake filed its body away silently in the dark cave beneath the couch. It tasted the air with shimmering tongue and surveyed the entire room.
“Room service,” called a man who knocked shallowly upon the door to her room. She looked up but didn’t raise her voice to answer. After half a minute he came in.
Interrupting the calm of the snake were the whirring wheels of a silver trolley wafting delightful aromas and leaving a stain of flavour in its wake. The serpent’s head weaved, but it seemed to sense inanimacy from the trolley and merely shifted and coiled further its body, out of view of whoever moved it.
Italicised numerals, percentages, best before dates and trademarked names filled Gabriela’s mind. The mind of a constant jumbler, a gibberer, a contrasting rationalist.
Listening hard was the creature buried below. It heard everything said by the man delivering the food to the women above; and though it understood nothing of words and languages, the intonations surely made more sense to the snake than to the woman.
Ominously, for Gabriela, the man restocking her minibar had grey hair and a fake smile. This was just the type of man she loved and she attempted to stand up and go to this man and demand that he love her back.
Backwards shot the snake as a high heel clacked against the perfect floor. Another foot landed, and the snake darted for it, biting down hard to puncture the leather.
The room vibrated as Gabriela’s lusts sank to her feet and she sagged sterilely back on to the couch. The man laughed as he shut the fridge, smiling words unintelligible to woman or serpent, before shutting forever the door to room 22A.