01-16-2021, 08:48 PM
Her eyes crack slightly, the room's only light being the faint wisps of sun sneaking in around the
curtain's edge. Her blurred focus moves from straight ahead to the right where she finds a silhouetted
figure sitting next to the window. She panics - reaching for her gun; it's gone. Springing from the bed
she stands, heart racing, looking over at her uninvited guest. She turns the small bed-mounted lamp on.
"You're a heavy sleeper." the man said, glancing down at the half-empty bottle on her nightstand.
"Who are you?" she asked, almost breathless.
The man picks her gun up from the small table he's seated at, stands and leans over the bed tossing the
weapon towards her. She quickly grabs and points it at him.
"If I were here to kill you, you would've never woken up." he said.
She stands there in only panties and a tank top. The man dressed in a blazer and jeans sits back down.
"I just need to talk." he said holding his hands up.
Delia backs away slowly, picking up her clothes and dressing herself with one hand while keeping her gun
on the man with the other. They maintain a hard stare the entire time. She now moves closer as the man
crosses his arms.
"You've got two minutes. Use them wisely." she delivered with a tone of finality.
The hangover was expected. As for the rest of it...
curtain's edge. Her blurred focus moves from straight ahead to the right where she finds a silhouetted
figure sitting next to the window. She panics - reaching for her gun; it's gone. Springing from the bed
she stands, heart racing, looking over at her uninvited guest. She turns the small bed-mounted lamp on.
"You're a heavy sleeper." the man said, glancing down at the half-empty bottle on her nightstand.
"Who are you?" she asked, almost breathless.
The man picks her gun up from the small table he's seated at, stands and leans over the bed tossing the
weapon towards her. She quickly grabs and points it at him.
"If I were here to kill you, you would've never woken up." he said.
She stands there in only panties and a tank top. The man dressed in a blazer and jeans sits back down.
"I just need to talk." he said holding his hands up.
Delia backs away slowly, picking up her clothes and dressing herself with one hand while keeping her gun
on the man with the other. They maintain a hard stare the entire time. She now moves closer as the man
crosses his arms.
"You've got two minutes. Use them wisely." she delivered with a tone of finality.
The hangover was expected. As for the rest of it...
