The Lion & Lioness

Goodbye for now

I nestle deeper into the bed, allowing the blanket to cover the sliver of sun peaking through the curtain. I rest in warmth for a few more seconds, allowing my body to melt into the softness. Then it hit me. My bed doesn't feel this good, and I only have one window in my room. Which is behind my bed. I spring up like a toy trying to scare a child, my heart racing a million miles per hour.

I look around and I don't recognize anything, I mean if I was going to get kidnapped again. I think this would be a major step up from the last one. I know that much. There's a phone and a note sitting right beside me on the night stand. I pick it up and it's my hand writing:

Hey sober me, don't freak out. We are sleeping in Mikaela's room. Yes, we dressed ourself. Yes,we are lucid enough to write this but not drive. Love the fun you.

I love how drunk Zyla, takes care of sober Zyla. I never have a hangover in the mornings. So she drinks mint and honey water before bed. Always leaves a note, because I have brain fog first thing in the morning. That's my girl. I get out of the bed and stretch so good I fell back on to the bed. Hitting my head on a hanger. I move it from behind my head and there's a brand new dress attached.

Please don't tell me I slept on this woman new wardrobe. I search the bed for more and I find the note that was left on the pjs I'm wearing. I forgot she thought of everything. Night and day clothes. This was actually my first time sleeping over someone's house and she made it so welcoming. There was a beautiful night-care basket on the bed  with my name on it.

Now it's time to go home. I have six days to be out of the apartment or they will change the locks. Rest assure, I don't have six days worth of apartment to pack, but I want to get it over with. I walked into Mikaela's bathroom and instantly had a flash back from last night. I almost died in here. Didn't expect the water to come out of three ceiling and waterboarded myself.

Now that I'm sober I can clearly see the functions. Red button for ceiling, blue for spout. I thought that meant hot and cold. I guess it's programmed or something, because I don't see a temperature setting. I'm just glad it was one I could tolerate. The experience was a lot better this time around. I finished my morning routine and decided to gather my things while I air dry.

Partly because I used most of the dry towels last night. I fold my clothes, neatly stacking them beside my purse. Before doing one last walk through. I put all the towels down the laundry shoot. Cleaning out and off the bathroom sink and I straightened up the bed. Even though, I'm sure her bed will be stripped and remade today. I don't want it to look messy.

"Knock,knock. Are you up?" Mikaela calls from the other side of her bed room door.

"Yes," I yell, quickly sliding the dress over my head. Finishing just as the door opens.

"I knew you were hiding a body under all them clothes . Damn." Mikaela spins me around. "I'm so sorry, i thought about it and it happened" Mikaela smacks me on the ass.

"It's ok I saw it in your eyes," I laugh, shaking it a little for her.

"Don't mind if I do." She smacks it again, Victor walking in at the same exact moment.

"Mikaela." Victor tilts his head in disappointment.

"I only did it once. Ok, twice but that's it." She freezes like a child caught sneaking snacks.

"And you let her." He shifts his disappointment to me.

"An ass smack a day, keeps the stress away. You can't fault her for being a good friend." I explain, tapping him on the shoulder before walking out the room with my things.