When he had looked back at her from the doorway she mildly wondered if he could even see her from that distance. Just how small was she? What could she even compare herself to for size?
Now alone, the woman took a moment to breathe and try to slow her heart, eyes still on the door as though he would come rushing back out any minute. This was all so crazy. It took a little but she finally calmed down enough to stop hiding, looking around the dimly-lit room. The most light she could find came from the bathroom where he’d left the door cracked, the sounds of an electric razor whirring inside. Looking back at the alarm clock she read “12:20 A.M.”
Normally people weren’t awake at this time, so why was he? Then again, why was she? She wasn’t a night owl by nature, so she supposed it had to do with probably sleeping for the time she was in the box. What about him? Was he a night owl or did something wake him? It really was a weird coincidence that they both happened to wake at the same time.
She thought to herself, looking around what she now realized was a mattress of a rather messy bed. The bumps and folds of the blanket looked to be about as tall as she was, her mind so caught up in the idea that she didn't realize his reentry.
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FantasyChristian just wants to live a quiet life on his own as an independent bachelor, working a job where he wouldn't draw attention, and keeping out of the world's busy affairs. Simplicity seems relatively easy to maintain on his own--at least until he...
