Rose

The sunlight streamed in through the blue curtains while the fan whirred away on the ceiling. It looked like it was going to be pretty good Sunday. She fidgeted around sleepily yet again to find a comfortable spot. He lay warm beside, his arm beneath her head. The small sharp beep woke her up and she looked at her cellphone. Suddenly she was wide awake - it was 10:00 AM. She'd never stayed over so late with a man she'd just met. Last night the dinner and the drinks were good. The dance was better - she hadn't had so much fun dancing in a long time. And he could talk about anything under the sun with a humor that made her smile every time. Her perfect red lips crinkled into a little smile. She was turning a little soft.

She slowly wriggled out from under the bedcovers, careful not wake him up. Her clothes lay on the floor in a mess. She quickly dressed herself up and got her hair back into shape. She turned to look at him - satisfied and lost in sleep. She opened her purse and drew out a single red rose - a little for the worse, but it still smelt like a rose. Then, she lay it on his chest and softly kissed him on his lips. His heart beat a little faster - but, just for a moment.

She checked his wallet on the bedside and left him 10 bucks. The rest went into her purse - a fat thick wad of notes. Enough to last the month out in style. He gave a little snore. The pills were working just fine.

"This is going to be a perfect Sunday, after all..."

The door closed with silent click behind her, as she let herself out.