I try to get a glimpse of the clock on the bedside table, as the
light hit my eyes, it says 12 AM. So, it’s just a nap for about three
hours, but I feel refreshed and anew – must be the effect of this
expensive mattress. As I stretch my arms and legs on the bed, I feel
something warm, something like heat from a human being which is very
strange. Pack shit! It isn’t a dream. The woman.
I find myself
beside a naked girl. I startle, I check my robe, and thank God it is
still on me. Making sure she is still asleep, I slowly crawl to get off
from the bed. Yet, it is a failed escape from the den, she is wide awake
as she lies there looking cozy. To my surprise, she forcefully pulls me
back to the bed and once again I am lying flat on it with her.
“Why
in a haste, Arian?” She mentions my name in very chic and sexy way; we
are side by side as we look at each other’s eyes. I try to avert her
gaze, but she is persistent.
“Arian,” I am mesmerized by how she
says my name. There’s something about her voice, I think I have heard it
somewhere before. I stare blankly at her trying to remember if I have
met her, but there’s no trace of memory about her. Completely unguarded
because of my reverie, she’s practically over me.
“What’s with you?” At last, I manage to speak. Her actions are confusing and depicting twistedness.
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