An Example Of One Of My Short StoriesThe alarm clock chimed loudly, interrupting my dreams. It was the morning after my birthday and I was feeling quite old. I rolled over with a groan to turn the hideous alarm off. Beside me on the pillow I found a single red rose. Uh oh! Where was I? What did I do last night? How did I end up in my bed? Why is my head hurting do bad?
I finally climbed out of bed, sliding across the hardwood floor as my feet hit my clothes on the floor. Why didn’t I put my clothes away? It must have been one hell of a night.
In the bathroom there were towels on the floor and two fresh ones on the rail. I grumbled. "Note to self: Must remember to drink much much less" I started the shower and it sprang to life. The warm water felt great over my head and face as I looked up into the head to enjoy the spray. I stood under the water until it went from hot to cold.
I return to my bedroom to start my day. There was a knock on the door, followed by "Can I come in?" It was a ruggedly masculine voice and it made me smile. "No” I shouted, "I'm not dressed!" The handsome voice laughed, "It's a little too late for that!” I could hear his footsteps getting closer behind me. I could see his reflection behind me in the mirror. He was as handsome as his voice, and I recognized him at once; it was my SGT. "Happy Birthday Week baby" he said as he picked me up and carried me back to the shower for a little more birthday fun. For some reason I didn't care about getting older anymore.
fungirlmmm 41-45, F 28 Responses 4 Mar 22, 2011