I finish washing the dishes and jog to my room. The excitement I am feeling, huh! I take a hot shower and rest on my bed.
An hour flashes, and I was getting underway with impatience when a slight knock on my door almost makes me jump out of bed with ecstasy. My heart skips several beats, but I compose myself albeit in vain.
This is what I was waiting for.
I don't answer the door, nor do I mumble a word. Instead, I saunter to my bedroom window and stare through it.
Cool, my heart. He is here!
He calls my name, but I play deaf. He calls a few more times, and then silence falls. Anger and paranoia start clambering in me. Did he walk away? He didn't bother to look if I was inside. Why the heck did I think of this absurdity? I should have planned something more suggestive, you know, lik
