Whistling filled my ear, I popped up in awe noticing that I was back home, I sat alert on my couch looking around for sighs of how I had gotten back, my car outside the cloak back on its hanger, Did I ever even leave? Maybe it was just a dream? Drews humming and whistling stealing my attention I looked at the clock, "Your gunna be late for work... sweetie," I threw in. His head shot at his watch and then he cursed realizing how time must have flew, grabbing his coffee he fled for the door, giving me a nod and "Later," but nothing more.
"I love you too," I whispered. Looking down at my shoulder for were the blood had stained my gown, I let out a sob realizing that he had nearly killed me last night and that none of it was a dream. How could he just act as if nothing happens whenever he does this to me? He was always so angry with me, I can never do anything right. I slipped of my night wear and got into the shower. Standing with my hands against the wall and my head bowed letting the water straighten my curls and discover its way out of my ends and slitter down my back. Id ask Markus how he had managed to get me back home and healed up so fast then maybe my mind would be at ease. The towel enveloped my dark skin in a welcoming embrace relaxing my tense muscles. I sighed as I slipped on the lightly yellow stained dress and my flats and headed for the door.
"Hi Manny!" I said happy to see my new found friend. He leaned back and smile from the kitchen twinkling his free hand, "And how you doing?" "Great" I answered back quickly, finding it weird that my body and mind was in tune with what I had just said. I walked into the living room and that's when I had noticed how much more vivid everything was the color stained glass catching my eye's first they seemed to shimmer and dance under the suns gaze, the polished wood floors glowing in a glazed manner. The fire caught and held my attention last, my senses tingling as I felt the side of my face get hot, a light graze on my cheek as if it was being stroked gently, my fingertips sizzled and my toes wiggled as I felt strong grips in my back and thighs as if I were recalling a memory of being carried. I watched the flames dance individually noticing how each had its own routine, curling and bending with its dance partners.