The fairy escort

"Aisha!". Hammering on the door. Fog. What was that fog? I looked around myself and my surrounding started to dawn on me. I was in my bed, in my tiny one bedroom appartment. I had no idea how I ended up here. "Aishaaa!!!" the screaming and hammering continued. "Coming" I answered, my voice sounding raspy. Getting up, my head felt like exploding. I have had migraines before, but this was especially bad. I stumbled and fell back on my bed. The hammering stopped, finally. "What the f*** is going on Aisha?" I recognized the voice of my landlord. "Sorry, Matt! I am coming". I pulled myself together, took a deep breath, stood up and held on to the wooden shelf next to me to steady myself. I closed my eyes and counted down from 10, breathing slowly. Somehow this exercise always helped me calm myself down. I walked towards the door and opened, only to see Matt staring at me. He looked furious. "What the hell Aisha? I didn't even know you were home, until I heard a loud sound from your appartment. I lt sounded like a high pitched scream, thought you needed help. But then you weren't answering he door". He was clearly in distress. Matt was a nice guy, nothing wrong with him really. He had asked me out before, but I had friendly declined. I was not in the business of dating. Though I had to admit that if I was, Matt would have been a good catch. 6 feet 5 tall, he was a fit man. With his short beard he had a ragged look to his face, which was in stark contrast to his neat overall appearence. "I'm so sorry to worry you Matt. I am having a really bad migraine, I must have screamed out loud. It will pass in a bit for sure". His eyes wandered up and down my body, searching. After a few seconds, his eyes met mine again, he sighed. "I told you so many times, call me when you need help. I am worried about you". I smiled, promised I would call and said I just needed to lie down for a bit. Back on my bed, tears filled my eyes. I had never had someone to look out for me before. And weirdly, I trusted Matt, something that didn't happen often. Always had, from the moment we first met when I had come to see the appartment. I closed my eyes again and counted down from 10. My tears had cleared and suddenly I realized, that my migraine had vanished as well.