Her nails do lull him, blissfully so. He's high and not hurting, he can't
see himself from this angle in the mirror. They're safe and home and the
world is all soft around the edges. He's comfortable and if he's very, very
still he can feel her heartbeat.
Ba-bum.
Ba-bum.
BUM-BUM-BUM...he realizes a moment too late that their peace is shattered
by a god awful knocking on the door to the flat. He's a little too stoned
to move quickly, but he gets up and grabs a towel.
"Don't get your face wet," he cautions, then wraps a towel around his
waist, pulls on a robe from the back of the door, and he goes to answer the
door.
The voices from the main room are muffled, John's voice soft, a deeper
voice coupled with a woman's voice. Once again, John's the one who's calm
and level headed. The police ask their questions at the door and then John
invites them in to chat.
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Her nails do lull him, blissfully so. He's high and not hurting, he can't see himself from this angle in the mirror. They're safe and home and the world is all soft around the edges. He's comfortable and if he's very, very still he can feel her heartbeat.
Ba-bum.
Ba-bum.
BUM-BUM-BUM...he realizes a moment too late that their peace is shattered by a god awful knocking on the door to the flat. He's a little too stoned to move quickly, but he gets up and grabs a towel.
"Don't get your face wet," he cautions, then wraps a towel around his waist, pulls on a robe from the back of the door, and he goes to answer the door.
The voices from the main room are muffled, John's voice soft, a deeper voice coupled with a woman's voice. Once again, John's the one who's calm and level headed. The police ask their questions at the door and then John invites them in to chat.
He wonders if they can tell he's high as a kite.