Lupe Herrera
Stories (1/0)
The Morning Guest
The alarm rang its incessant tone until she half-rolled to shut it off. She rubbed an eye, checking the time on her smartwatch with the other as a sliver of light came in through the slightly parted curtains. Sighing, she swung her legs off the side of the bed as she flung the covers to one side. Mentally going over what she needed to accomplish that day, she opened the closet door, turned on the light, and grabbed a pair of pants, a shirt, a zip-up hoodie, socks, and sneakers. In the quiet, she heard another door open and close. She stopped moving, fingers in an awkward position as she tied her shoes. Only she should be up. Glancing up, she eyed her bedroom door, which was ajar as the cat needed free reign in her room, or she’d never sleep. Her eyebrows came together in concentration, her ears listening hard as her eyes shifted left to right and back. Hearing only quiet, she finished what she’d been doing, stood, and flicked the switch, turning off the light.
By Lupe Herrera7 months ago in Families