"(Y/n)..."
Again, you heard it
"(Y/n)..."
You began to stir at first; however, after a third time, you knew something wasn't right. This wouldn't be as startling if you had a roommate. In fact, you lived alone in your small apartment. You hadn't even owned a pet.
Trying to have a better comprehension you sat up in bed. Not being fully awake, you tried opening your eyes more to take in your surroundings. You looked around your room.
Nothing.
You decided quickly to rationalize the noise as one of your rowdy neighbors.
You hadn't looked at your phone, but you knew it was in the wee hours of the morning. You couldn't have been sleeping for long. You sighed wearily. Sleep awaited you.
But again, like before, something wasn't right.
You began to squint around your room looking for some sign. Your eyes stopped toward the corner of your room. Your breathing stopped, fear sank in.
There was a large figure standing there. You had to act fast, but could you?
"Who- who are you?" you spoke, stumbling through a simple sentence.
You heard a laugh, familiar. It wasn't loud or mean. More of a little snicker of sorts showing amusement.
"My boyfriend is-... is going to be here ANY minute!" You said, hoping to scare away whoever was there.
Of course, you lied. You hadn't even had a legitimate boyfriend since your high school years.
"Relax Princess, I'm not gonna hurt ya," he said, ignoring your threat he saw right through. His accent held a familiarity yet again.
The figure began to move toward your curtains until the light peaking from the full moon rested on his face. It was the 45th President of the United States.
Most people would not have taken this well, but you were much different. Donald Trump was the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.
You couldn't deny it, the moon reflecting on his face made him look captivating.
Although you had no idea how or why he was here, you weren't going to even begin complaining. Let's face it, Donald being in your room made it even hotter.
