The soft insistent tap on the door was like a meat cleaver to his skull
Complete confusion, combined with an overwhelming desire to be unconscious, and that fucking smell. What the fuck is that?
“Oh …. Me …..”
Every sysable that mumbled through his lips hurt, even his ears burned with the sound
The smell of his breath turned his stomach
He looked around, running his tongue over his lips
Dry and fucking gross
“Water” he managed to croak
Tap, tap, tap - still soft but was not going to stop
Was this even his apartment? Where the fuck am I?
Phew! He exhaled a particularly foul smell burst of air from his lungs
My place and I’m not naked
He glances back down at the mess of sheets, pillows, blanket, legs with a very sexy tattoo…
Gentle tapping had now escalated to a far more insistent almost knocking
Deep breath and “coming”
Holy shit that hurt, squinting stumbling and still with no idea what the hell happened
And who That was - hot but no clue
He looks across his tiny apartment, he has to cross the lounge room floor to get to the door
It seemed as far away as the far side of the moon right now
Who ever was at it would not stop making that noise
Rapping at my fucking door!!
“Commmingg” rasping the sound as loud as he could
I need water before the door
The one large window in the whole place and no one closed the blind clearly
Light poured in, burning the shaped and outline of the window behind his eyelids
Sunlight highlighted every empty container, dirty dish and unidentifiable thing on the carpet
Beautifully lit up in the morning sunshine, how he felt inside reflected in visual clarity
Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.
Wishing he could peel the skin off his face, even that felt cracked and broken
2 empty tequila bottles keeping each other company on the bench
An answer at least
That explains the head, the smell, the mess and the legs with a sexy little tattoo
Smirking to himself, he grabbed the cleanest looking glass
The tap screamed it’s unhappiness at being disturbed
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
“I am fucking coming. Wait!!”
He gulped the entire glass of water down, barely wetting anything he goes desperately for another
Grumbling to himself, thinking once he sorted this prick out he could go back to bed
Work out what name belongs to those legs
He flung the door open - “Who the fu…….”
No one was at his door, he looked down the hallway either way and saw no one
Looking down at his feet is brown plain looking box with a courier label stuck to it
“What’s in the box?”
About the Creator
Amy Jane
I have always wanted to be a writer
If you read my stuff and you feel less alone even for a moment? Awesome
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