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The sun awoke. The sun's warmth and comfort convinced me of this. The birds sang and danced in the morning sunshine, celebrating the dawn of a new day and God's expression of love in the form of such splendour.

Gogo taught me that the birds sing so loudly in the morning because that is the time when the light bringer appears and all living things must genuflect before him.

It was God's love that ultimately triumphed, and hearing this brought some comfort to my pain. My sleepy eyes fluttered open to take in the beauty of a new day, but the warmth I could feel was masked by the obscurity of the still-closed drapes.

Suddenly, I was torn between conflicting emotions. When that face and that smile took over my mind, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be here or not.

When the door swung open, I saw a towering man holding a tray with coffee, and the aroma was enough to make me forget everything else.

"Morning." He set the tray down and walked up to the button that opened the curtains, at which point he flexed his biceps and threw open the windows.

When he saw my appreciation, he turned and smiled that eerie grin of his.
"Why aren't you wearing clothes?" I felt compelled to find out because it was unseemly of him to enter without first knocking, and what if I, too, were undressed?

To which he replied, "What do you mean?" He slowly approached me, my eyes following the path of the coffee mug, its aroma mesmerising. His well-formed packs were placed on the tray and brought down to where I was standing.

"I will be back." I swung my legs to the side and
dashed off to the loo. Satan was slithering across my bed, and I needed prayer.
When thinking of the dream of the darkroom, I stroked my stomach. The man-changing monster the drive here. Somehow, the pieces were fitting together.

Gogo was right when she said that your lusts are the gateway to hell. I focused on the keyhole. I didn't manage to catch a glimpse of him. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself; I could use some direction, but I couldn't figure out where to look. It was lurking in the back of my mind, but I found it difficult to connect with.

He knocked on the door and said, "Your coffee is getting cold." As I poured water on my face, I hastily grabbed the mouthwash and swished it about in my mouth. Like a spit in a washbasin, the door sung open.

"You don't have a habit of knocking do you?"

He gave me an annoyed look but still disregarded me. "Come and eat I made breakfast."

I followed closely behind, stifling a grin as I stared at my feet. I slid under the covers as he removed them, and he set the tray on my legs.

While my mouth was still on the mug, I commanded, "Please get dressed."

"Why?Do you not enjoy the scenery?" He put his hands on either side of my head and urged me to retreat.

"Whatever you're playing at, avoid getting burned in the process." As I moved my fork towards the eggs, I batted his hand away.
I pointed it at him and asked, "When am I going to Res?"

"Res?" I can't tell if she was feigning surprise, disappointment, or both.
To which I said, "Yes, you know the place I stay at?" The food was delicious, and the fact that I didn't have to stare into his eyes—which, for some reason, had the opposite effect on my mind and heart—was a welcome diversion.

"Yeah, but why do you want to go?" A part of me believed I was living in a dream love squall because of the manipulating tone in his voice. He sounded so tormented, as if his existence were nothing without me.

"What do you mean? Since I arrived, I've called that place home." I refused to give in to my fear that if I did, I would become one of those unsolved "cold cases" of a missing person.

"Can you not stay longer?" I restrained a chuckle; he played the part of the mourner convincingly.

"No!" I answered without any hesitance.

It's over for me. The minute I get out of here, I'm heading to church to be prayed for, where I'll confess my fault and make amends. I don't know what I'm doing, and I don't have everything figured out, but one thing is certain: I do not want a satanist in my life.

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"Thank you," I said as I walked out and closed the door behind me on the way to the trunk of the car to stow my belongings.

As I moved past the gate, I emptied each feeling of turning around and engulfing him in my arms. I rolled the bags behind me without looking back. My heart was racing twice as fast as usual, but I knew it was his voodoo at work.

I proceeded further till I came to the infuriating stairs, yep, the misery of hauling heavy baggage up two stories.

"Permit me" Oh, Jesus! I mean, what is this?

Seeing his beautiful face made my heart race more it was as if I was on the verge of collapsing.

Who is this?

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