Paper Box

Chapter XVI

Stirring up to the sound of the muffled morning news, looking around and adjusting her senses to the sound to focus on the reporter speaking, but decided to focus the other senses first. She tried to sit up, then her senses sharpened instantly, finally realizing where she was. She was laying on the Corinthian leather couch. She tasted the vile taste of vomit in her mouth(morning sickness, she thought). The smell of...well, she didn't know. It was an unexpected and unusual smell. She couldn't classify it. It was on the top of her mind. She sat up, or tried, which confused her. She glanced down towards the other end of the couch, then saw her gigantic swollen belly across the couch from her face. She sighed. She used all her might, her fatigued might, more accurately. She eventually sat up, but thought better of it, and laid herself slowly back down onto the couch, lowering her head onto the arm of the couch. Tristi laid there, thinking of all the things she had to do today...more like what her friends had to do for her. But she laid there, pondering, rubbing her stomach sympathetically. All of a sudden, she heard a faint knock on the door, her ears still adjusting to the New York morning. "Come in!" she screeched hoarsely in the direction of the door. She heard the door creak open, and slow and creepily slow footsteps on wood. Then she saw a head peek slowly around the corner. It was Teresa. "Teresa! What are you doing here? I'm not ready for visitors! I thought you were Cathy!" "No, I'm just here to see how my friend was doing!" Teresa walked around the corner, which made Tristi pull the blanket closer to her head more, because she hadn't had the time to go shopping for pregnancy clothes. So she was mostly exposed. Nearly all of her stomach would show if she didn't have the blanket covering her. Her shirts were much too small. "Don't worry, I know what you're thinking. I didn't bring a man with me! And I'm pretty sure you wouldn't care if I saw you with a short shirt on! I was just coming to check on you anyways." "Well, thanks. I would offer you some breakfast, but...", she paused, glaring down at her swollen belly. "Like I said before, don't worry", she said with a sympathetic gleam in her eye,"I'll get it." "Thanks, Teresa." She hurriedly sweeper herself to the kitchen, the sound of cabinets opening and shutting. "So", she heard from across the room in the kitchen,"o doc the other girls wanna know if you're willing to have a baby shower here." "What?!!"

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