The Polaroid

Winter Morning

        On a brisk morning in December, A stunning dark hair girl awakes in a sweat. She rolls over to her bed stand and unplugs her phone in a swift movement. The screen lights up, four missed calls from Terry ❤️ she reads. A loud "Fuck!" Follows. She sits up on the side of her bed and slips her fuzzy pink bunny slippers on, and takes a deep breathe. She snatches her phone up and calls Terry. With each ring her heart sinks deeper into her stomach. Finally, she hears her lovers voice recite a "Good morning my beautiful Samantha". She blushes and replies with a "Good morning darling"
"How did you sleep?" He says back with a sigh of relief to be hearing from her.
"Good and you my love?"
"I slept quite fine actually, so are we still up for tonight's plans?"
"Yes, of course!"
"Great! I'll pick you up at 8?"
"Sounds great." She says with a bright smile.
"Okay, well I have to go run a few earrings so, I'll see you tonight lovely."
"Okay. Be safe honey."
The call is ended with a sigh of relief.
"How did I get so lucky?!" Samantha says to herself as gets up and walks into the kitchen.
6:45 rolls around and Samantha is laying on her couch fast asleep. She wakes up to a call from her love.
"Hello" she says shyly.
"Hey sweetheart. I have a question. I know you were complaining about how you need film for your polaroid so, I'll get it for you if you tell me what kind to get. My treat!"
"Oh sweetie, you don't have to do that."
"I know but, I want to. So, what kind is it?"
"The one in the green box." She says with a sigh.
"Okay. Thank you. I'll see you at 8 my love."
"No problem and of course!"
*Click*
"Fuck!" She says as she rolls off the couch.
She walks to the bathroom still groggy from her timeless nap,turns the shower on and begins to undress. Her jet black hair perfectly covering her breasts. She resembled a goddess. She proceeds to shower, shave, and sing her  heart out to Mccafferty. Once finished she finishes getting ready, she checks the time. 7:55. She takes a glimpse of herself in the mirror one last time, she fixes her pitch-black dress and ties up her shoes and adds a cherry red flannel around her waist as one last detail. She hears a *knock* *knock* at her door. She takes her time getting to the door, she counts each step she takes, "one" "two"..... finally she reaches the door. She opens it to meet...