Senses Failed

12

i woke up feeling a plushness underneath me. opening my eyes, the rays of the sun blinded me.

a slight groan escaped my lips remembering the night before.

sitting up, i realized i was in a large white t-shirt and my hair was damp, curling up around my face.

lifting my bruised arm i seen it had been wrapped up.

i stood, pulling down the shirt that was a little above my knee.

the room was beautiful, if i didn't know any better I'd think i was in heaven with all the white that surrounded me.

the bed, the walls, the dresser, everything was white, spotless actually.

walking to the door, I opened the gold knob, creeping down the short hallway.

she sat on the couch, dressed in her usual attire; black ripped jeans and a white shirt with some sneakers i didn't know the name of but im sure they were expensive.

smoke surrounding her, eyes low.

"good morning." i breathed, shakily.

her eyes glanced over to me before putting out her blunt in the glass ash tray on the white coffee table.

her eyes wandered down to my legs. her jaw clenched.

standing she walked over to me, my breath hitching in my throat as she leaned in, her scent engulfing me.

i almost closed my eyes to savor the moment.

she looked down at me, it was a hard stare.

she grabbed her jacket that hung behind my head and walked to the door.

"simon will take you anywhere you wanna go." she walked over to a room that had a lock on it, unlocked it and went it.

my hands hugged my body, standing still.

she came back out with three stacks. placing them on the table, she didn't look up at me. "simon will take you anywhere you wanna go." she repeated, almost to herself. "go shopping or do whatever bitches do-" she stopped, clearing her throat. "females." her hand rubbed the back of her neck in agony. "just do somethin with the money."

i nodded, "ok."

she blinked a few times, walking to the door to leave.

her hand grasped it, turning it a little. "rule numba two still applies."

"ok."

she walked out. the man at the door whispered something to her and she looked back at me.

she nodded, walking down the hall.

simon stepped in, leaning against the door, his face hard like last night.

i just stood there not knowing what to think of her actions.

"ma'am." simon spoke, noticing my discomfort. "i'll be outside the door if you need me."

"ok" he walked out, closing the door. i let out a breath that i didn't know i was holding.

my legs started to move before i could react, my fingers gliding over the white walls, the glass side tables that held two cream colored lamps, the white leather sofas.

i walked over to the room door that was on the opposite side of the condo. she'd forgot to lock it.

i wanted to look inside but decided not to push my luck, i closed the crack door, securing the lock.