Unforgettable Nights

Chapter 2

~Hours Later~

Layla got ready for bed, after saying goodbye to Femi. She had showered, did her skin routine to keep it moisturized, and made herself some lavender tea. She walked back into her room from the kitchen with her tea and turned on her TV. She climbed into bed, turned off her lamp and stared at her TV. She drank her tea quietly and watched an old movie, before falling asleep, not being able to finish the movie.

~Small time skip~

Layla woke up, hearing someone talking softly. She climbed out of bed quietly and walked out of her room slowly.

'Who is that?' Layla thought, walking into the living room slowly. She continued to walk down the hall, stopping when she saw a figure in her dark living room. It was a tall figure, a bit taller than Layla's 5'2 stature and had a slender build. They were holding a glowing object in their hand, mumbling quietly. The mumbling stopped, and the figure slowly looked in Layla's direction. Layla felt her stomach drop, feeling the figure's gaze land on her. She was paralyzed with fear and just stared back at the figure. The figure turned its body to face Layla's direction and began walking toward her slowly. Layla continued to stand in the hallway, feeling a puddle seem to grow under her feet, making the figure stop in its tracks. The figure turned on a nearby lamp, showing his features. He had golden brown skin, soft brown eyes, and dark brown hair. His body was a bit more fit than in the dark and was covered in old loose bandages that were slowly falling from his shoulders, showing parts of his golden garments. He looked down at the floor, looking down at Layla's feet, before his gaze slowly made its way up to her eyes.

"Seems you have urinated on yourself," he said, in a soft British accent. Layla looked down slowly and felt a wave of embarrassment.

"It seems that I have..." Layla finally said in a quiet tone.

"Do you have a mop?" he asked.

"In the kitchen. There's a closet by the fridge with cleaning supplies," Layla said quietly. The stranger nodded and walked into the kitchen to look for the mop. Layla rested a hand on her chest, checking herself for a heartbeat. She gave a soft sigh in relief, feeling her heart beating at a quickened pace. 'I'm not dead. Who is what? How did he get in here? Why is he dressed like a-' Layla's thoughts were cut when she noticed the empty sarcophagus. 'Where's the mummy...?' she thought, looking around, until the stranger came back.

"I found it," he said, walking back with a mop and a bucket of soapy water. "You should go get yourself cleaned up." Layla gave a slow nod and waddled to the bathroom, not wanting her skin to touch her wet pants, to take another shower and get out of her dirty clothes. She walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and began undressing. She put her dirty clothes in a bag, planning on putting them in the washing machine once she finished showering and began turning on the shower. She began adjusting the water temperature of the shower and locked the bathroom door, before climbing into the shower.

'This is crazy.' she thought. She cleaned herself quickly, trying to gather her thoughts on what just happened and sighed softly, feeling her heartbeat begin to normalize. Once she finished her shower, she turned off the water, wrapped her body in a towel, and made her way to the laundry room. She began a load of laundry, including her urine soaked clothes and walked to her room, adjusting the towel wrapped around her body. She stopped in the doorway, finding the stranger looking at her vanity mirror and cleared her throat softly, getting his attention.

"I wasn't snooping," he said, backing away from the vanity mirror.

"I don't mind you looking around, just don't touch anything," Layla said, grabbing some clean clothes from her dresser. "Who are you?" she asked, dressing herself, while maneuvering the towel around to cover herself up while she got dressed.