Sugar • Hiram Lodge

The Monster In My Bed

Protecting you is my job

Today, tomorrow, always

   Mira laughed as she stumbled up the stairs. She fell down a few times, but it was okay because she just got back up and tried again. The party was over and the only people remaining were the ones who were too drunk to go home, one of them being Mira. Thankfully, Veronica had offered her a room to stay the night, which she happily took.

   "Hurry up, Betty!" Mira exclaimed, crawling up the final few steps before kicking her heels off in the hallway.

   "I'm too drunk for this," Betty laughed, holding onto the railing as her body tipped back. She was just as drunk as Mira, if not more. Mira burst out into a fit of laughter when Betty collapsed onto the ground beside her after making it up the stairs. "I'm going to puke."

   "C'mon, we're almost there," Mira said, turning onto her front and crawling towards the guest room.

   The two girls made it and collapsed onto the bed, their heads spinning and their minds devoid of any sense. After a long night of intense partying, Mira was ready to go to sleep.

   "Mira, Mira, Mira, Mira," Betty said, shaking Mira's body to the point of nausea.

   "What, Lili- I mean, Betty?" Mira said, forcing herself to sit up.

   "You know what you should do?" Betty said, looking at Mira with the biggest eyes as if she'd just had the most amazing idea. "You should go sleep in his room."

   Mira's eyes widened and she grabbed Betty's face with both hands. "Betty, that's the smartest thing you've ever said in your whole entire life."

   So, Mira stumbled down the hallway, tripping and bumping into walls until she reached Hiram's bedroom. She was hoping to find him sleeping in bed so she could jump him and surprise him. Sadly, however, he wasn't there, he wasn't anywhere in his bedroom.

   "Time to have some fun," she said, closing the door behind her. She had been presented with a rare opportunity, one she might not ever get again. She had Hiram's room all to herself, which meant she was free to do whatever she wanted.

   First, she made her way into his closet and wasn't surprised to find that it was big enough to be a room on its own. It was massive. Dress shirts upon dress shirts lined the walls of the room, followed by racks and racks of expensive shoes. He had enough ties and cufflinks to open his own store. Grazing her hand along the many fabrics of his shirts, she decided on a basic white dress shirt and pulled it off its hanger.

   Next, she made her way into his bathroom and almost fell to her knees at the sight of it. His sinks were his and hers, his shower was his and hers, even his toilets were his and hers. She needed to try it, she needed to experience everything the bathroom had to offer.