The rising sun beamed into her bedroom as the alarm went off. Her soft blue eyes opened and looked through the sheer white curtains at the outside world as a soft sigh escapes her lips. Her hand moved over to the pillow next to her.... he was gone. She has thought that for once the man that she had chosen might have stayed after the sunrise, but yet again she was wrong. They never stayed that long. They were only there to get their pleasure then leave for a while. She was not surprised. It never happened. She slipped the white satin sheets from her naked form and slid from the comfort of her bed. The room still smelled like him, that never fading smell of cheap men's cologne and that personal smell that every man has.
She slipped into the silk robe that was draped across the chair beside her bed and tied the knot in front and walked over to the window opening the latch and swinging the window open to step outside onto the balcony and take in the morning breeze. She breathed in very deep and closed her eyes and the scent of the fresh morning air filled her nose and went down into her lungs and she exhaled. It was calming there... he was not there only she had been able to share this with herself. She turned around and walked inside through the bedroom and then into the bathroom and she began to run the water into the marble bathtub and she untied the knot from the robe and let it drop to the cool tile flooring.
She slid into the warm water as it still ran into the bath and she closed her eyes as she let her body sink into the warmth that it provided. As the water ran over her body she thought about the night before, how he had seen her in the corner booth of the diner and asked her name. She remembered his deep hazel eyes looking into hers and that chill that worked over her body as for some reason she got the urge to offer him to sit with her. She never had done this before. Men usually paid no mind to her when she sat there in the diner writing in her journal. It was that small leather bound book that was her comfort in life. He bought her another cup of coffee and talked to her. He was quite intriguing to her as he wanted to know why she sat there writing alone and empty.
Her hands moved over her body through the warm water as she continued remembering his words that ran though her. He was so intelligent that it was his mind that she wanted to take apart. She asked him of so many things and she shivered from the pure incensement of his mind. They had sat there for hours talking of religion and philosophy. He had taken her in more than any man that had ever spoken to her before.
The water began to get cold and her eyes opened and she pulled herself from the tub and stood up and grabbed the towel that hung from the porcelain hook on the wall. She dried off her body and looked about the lonely bathroom and sighed. Why had he left her there her mind so unsatisfied? Walking back into her bedroom she dressed herself simply as usual in black slacks and a white blouse. She was very normal in a sense though her mind was wandering in circles about this mysterious stranger that she had spent the night with.
Her steps though the quiet hallway of her house were as normal as any morning that she had spent there alone in her home. The kitchen as it had always been, silent but welcoming to her. She reached for the coffee and started the machine and walked out of the kitchen to her front door and retrieved the newspaper. She made her way to the table and opened the newspaper. It was the same old talk of war and of countries not getting along. It was the same fight for power that there had always been.
