Symphony of Desire [Mature] ✔️

Chapter Three

"When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you've got two new people." ~John Steinbeck [Taken from berlin-artparasites on Facebook] 

CHAPTER THREE

Something—or someone was licking Vesper's face. She blindly reached for it and her hands found a furry head. It's a dog—she realized when her fingers touched the wet nose and felt a tongue on her palm.

I must be dreaming about Noah.

Noah was her loyal Welsh Corgi who passed away when she was twenty-two. She nuzzled her head to the dog and stroked its ears. The dog planted wet, sloppy kisses all over her face.

Hey, that doesn't feel like a dream.

Vesper blinked for a few times before completely opening her eyes. It took her two seconds to fully register that there's a real dog in front of her face, its tongue hanging out. I do not have a dog. Confused and alarmed, she backed away from the dog and looked around her. This is not my room—nor Margo's—nor my childhood room.

The bed she was in was huge, even bigger than the queen-sized bed back in her apartment. The color of the bed frame was mahogany, and the sheets were navy blue while the pillow cases were cream-colored. To the left and to the right were white lampshades on top of mahogany nightstands. The walls were navy blue and the ceiling was beige in color. On the parquet floor was a plush gray rug. To her far right was a large window with dark gray curtains and in front of it was a plush armchair in forest green. To her far left was a door and beside it was a large floor-to-ceiling closet. In front of her was a flatscreen TV and under it was a bookshelf. There's an open door. Clearly, this room belongs to a man, she realized. She gasped at the thought and hastily stood up.

"Argh." She stood up and her head immediately pounded, forcing her to sit back down the bed. 

Fvck, did I have a one-night stand? Oh sh!t, no please. She felt for anything unusual and decided that nothing was wrong with her except for the head-splitting headache that she was feeling.

She completely forgot about the dog until it jumped down the bed and went out of the door while yapping. She slowly stood up and saw that she's still wearing the same clothes from last night. Yep, I most certainly did not have a one-night stand—or slept with anybody for that matter. Thank God. Her heels were on the floor. She peered out the door and saw that it leads to living room. The scent of bacon wafted through her nostrils, and she can hear the clanging of pans.

Where am I? Why am I here? Who is out there? She stepped back into the bedroom and went for the door beside the closet. It was a bathroom—a nice one for the record. She looked at the mirror. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her dark hair was tousled, resembling a bird's nest. She washed her face and washed the bitter taste from her mouth with the mouthwash she found. She then smoothed her hair and took a deep breath before deciding to come out and face whoever was outside the room.

I hope this will go well.

Vesper walked barefoot outside the door and observed the living room. The walls were painted forest green and the ceiling was the same beige color. A huge flatscreen TV was hanging on the wall. Below was a rack that contains pictures of the dog and an impressive movie collection, along with volumes of several TV shows. Her inner geek immediately swooned. The black leather couch was in contrast with the white throw pillows on it. Two matching armchairs were nearby and in the middle was a rectangular mahogany center table. To the right of the living room was a French door that opens up to a small balcony.