Red Light Compulsion

Part 3; a series of fortunate events?

Finally, after a long and restful sleep, I woke up. Feeling disgusting and unable to comprehend the happenings of last night I sat up and my piercing blue eyes darted towards the faux leather chair situated in front of my rather large bed. There was a card standing alone as if it were a soldier placed perfectly in front of Buckingham Palace. Immediately, I began asking myself "who got into my house?" "where did they get in?" "Did they take anything?" whilst walking around aimlessly in an attempt to cure the feelings of nausea that I was feeling in waves throughout my entire body. The card was snatched from my mind as I ran towards the toilet to empty the contents of my shiraz and cocktail-filled stomach. 

"Absolutely fantastic" I screamed.  I took a glance at the mirror bent over and took as gasp at the large outline of bile surrounding my lips terrifically. After taking several consuming minutes to clean up, the memory of the card suddenly assaulted me and I tactically made my way into the room as if I were a navy seal ready for my next mission. No one was around, yet all the doors and windows were locked except from one, a tiny box-like window that always stayed open all year round, not to mention the fact I was about 5 floors up so it was merely impossible to intrude.

My heartbeat began to steady as I approached the chair with strength and confidence. The card was a brighter shade of green and my eyes were not used to it, to say the least. I picked it up and a flyer flawlessly feathered to the ground right between my cold and now lethargic legs. The flyer was a free all-day breakfast at my favorite cafe and excitement took over my hungover, suffering body. I  revealed the inside of the card to find some beautifully written calligraphy that read "good morning trouble, I hope you are feeling better. Enjoy breakfast on me and if you are up for it later, meet me at the clock tower at 7 pm" with a small print at the bottom saying "p.s, you will know the tower when you see it and if you don't it isn't meant to be". He gave nothing away! All I received was a signed "love yours truly" as if I'm supposed to know who it is. Which I did, but that's beside the point.

Terror struck me as my memory flooded back in a heartbeat. He was in the taxi with me last night and I got out and he didn't. How did that card get in my house if he didn't get out? When did he put the card inside my house so carefully? I laid the card to rest on top of my black satin bedsheets and paced towards the shower ready for the exciting and mystical day ahead. The lukewarm water hit my cold and lifeless spine and in an instant, I was resuscitated. After roughly 20 minutes, I grabbed the fluffy purple towel that was slumped delicately over the bathroom sink and hastily scrubbed my body until every droplet no longer existed. I encased my now warm body in the towel and aimed for the bed to get a pinch of consciousness back after such an exhilarating experience.

I headed straight for the wardrobe, it was as if my favourite dress was jumping at me and yelling "today is the day girl, I'm the only real choice" and I knew that the outfit was set in stone from the moment I was in close proximity of the cupboard. I exhibited a baby pink, satin, thin-strapped dress with a thick black turtle neck under it, it was appropriately paired with some thick black block heels and my favourite nude trench coat. I looked incredible. I stretched for my black snakeskin handbag and grabbed the biggest key inside its inner compartment; I knew where it was and what it felt like in my hands. 

I locked up behind me and headed to Bakers and Roasters, which is my all-time favourite place to go for breakfast. I rarely go here because it is quite pricey and I couldn't afford to treat myself at this current moment in time. However, it was now a special occasion and I had been given an exclusive pass for an incredible breakfast. I was so ready for a big feast. I opened the door and headed straight for the bar to order a cocktail: a pina colada. It was a special occasion I reminded myself as I ordered some cake as well as a full English breakfast, big enough to feed a small army. I grabbed a table and sat down and quicker than a blink of an eye my food arrived at the table. However, that was not the only surprise that arrived at the table...