"Miss Anderson," a gentle rocking jostles me from my reverie. "Miss?" It persists. "Stooop," I mutter, pushing away the disturbance. "Just let me be."
"Layla!"
The urgency in the voice snaps me out of my daze. I bolt upright from my desk, startled into awareness. Blinking rapidly, I try to orient myself in the dimly lit office. The clock on the wall reads 10:30 PM. I must have dozed off while buried under a pile of paperwork.
My boss stands before me, his imposing figure casting a shadow over the cluttered desk. His normally stern expression is softened by a hint of concern, a rare sight that catches me off guard.
"Mr. Montgomery?" I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What are you doing here? Is everything alright?"
He exhales a weary sigh, his gaze lingering on me for a moment before he speaks. "No, Layla, You shouldn't be here at this hour."
I glance around the office, suddenly aware of the eerie silence that pervades the empty space. "I... I lost track of time," I admit sheepishly, a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck.
He shakes his head, a flicker of something akin to frustration crossing his features. "It's time to go home and get some rest Layla."
I open my mouth to protest, but he raises a hand to silence me. "No arguments," he says firmly. "Let me drive you home."
Surprised by his unexpected offer of assistance, I hesitate for a moment before nodding gratefully. "Thank you, I appreciate it."
He nods in response, his expression softening slightly. "It's no trouble. Now, gather your things. We'll leave as soon as you're ready."
With a sense of relief, I quickly gather my belongings and follow him out of the office. As we make our way to the parking lot, a strange sense of camaraderie settles between us, bridging the gap between employer and employee.
During the car ride home, the silence between us is companionable, the weight of the day's events slowly lifting from my shoulders. The presence of him offers a sense of security, a reassuring reminder that I'm not alone in this hectic world.
When we finally arrive at my apartment building, he pulls to a stop and turns to face me. "Take care of yourself, Layla," he says softly. "And remember, it's okay to ask for help when you need it."
I nod, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Thank you, Mr. Montgomery," I reply, my voice choked with emotion.
He offers me a small smile before driving off into the night, leaving me standing alone in the dimly lit street. As I watch his car disappear around the corner, a sense of gratitude washes over me, filling me with newfound resolve.
With a renewed sense of purpose, I make my way up to my apartment, the events of the evening swirling in my mind. Tomorrow is a new day, and I vow to approach it with a fresh perspective, grateful for the unexpected kindness that has touched my life.
As I settle into bed, exhaustion washes over me like a tidal wave, pulling me under its soothing embrace. With a sigh, I close my eyes, surrendering to the comforting darkness of sleep.
Yet, as soon as my eyelids flutter shut, I find myself once again transported to the realm of dreams. This time, the scene unfolds before me with startling clarity, each detail etched into my mind with vivid intensity.
I stand in a vast expanse of wilderness, the air thick with the scent of pine and earth. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting its ethereal light upon the landscape, illuminating the path that stretches out before me.
With each step, I feel a sense of anticipation building within me, a primal urge driving me forward into the unknown. As I traverse the winding trail, I catch glimpses of shadowy figures flitting through the trees, their presence both eerie and intriguing.
Suddenly, a voice breaks through the silence, its tone low and melodious, like a whisper carried on the wind. "Layla," it calls, sending shivers down my spine. "Come closer."
I follow the sound of the voice, my heart pounding in my chest with each passing moment. And then, emerging from the darkness, I see him—the man from my dreams, his features bathed in the moonlight.
His eyes, once blurred and indistinct, now shine with a clarity that takes my breath away. With each step he takes, the distance between us narrows, until at last, we stand face to face.
"Layla," he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress against my skin. "You've finally found me."
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come. Instead, I reach out a trembling hand, longing to touch him, to confirm that he is real.
As our fingers brush, a jolt of electricity courses through me, igniting a fire within my soul.
YOU ARE READING
Mister Blurry Face
RomanceNight after night, Layla meets a mysterious stranger in her dreams, their bond growing deeper each time. But there is one thing: his face is always blurred, leaving her yearning for answers. As their connection strengthens and his features gradually...
