brandi. (zombiephile) wrote in daiquiri, @ 2008-01-21 17:33:00 |
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The bedroom door creaking open woke Verity in the middle of the night. She was disoriented for a few moments, because this wasn't her bed, wasn't her flat. Then she realised that the shadowy figure in the doorway was leaving the room, not coming in, and she remembered. Remembered the bloke who'd brought her back to his place, then they'd shagged until neither could move and they both just dropped off into exhausted sleep. Verity sat up in bed, not bothing to pull the sheet up to cover herself as she waited for him to come back. After a few minutes, he stumbled back into the room. From the moonlight streaming in through the window, she saw that his eyes were closed. Shite ... he was sleepwalking. And then he just climbed back into bed and started snoring. When he woke up the next morning, Verity was gone. This was why she didn't like spending the night. |