Midnight Cuisine
I heard a knock on my window. It feels like I have only been asleep for a few hours again, I thought as I rolled over. I looked over and saw my phone flashing, signaling there were messages waiting again.
I went with guessing it must be someone I know out there, Becca possibly, but presumably Sandy or Britten as I climbed out of bed and peered through the curtains. I gasped and closed the curtains back again. It was Abe. Ah! I was only in my silk PJs. And, trying to figure out if I was dreaming.
I quickly draped a wrap around my shoulders, opened the curtain a little way again to check it was him and then opened the window slightly.
“Hi. Sorry to wake you,” he whispered.
“It’s…okay…” I tried to smile through a yawn. “Hi…”
“I tried your CTV intercom, and your phone, b
