She rolled over, stared at the clock, and screamed into a pillow. The clapping thunder kept her awake – She had to be at work in less than four hours.
Finally, her eyes got heavy, she dozed off.
The whirling fan came to a halt, the television shut off. She jumped from bed. Feeling her way down the pitch-black hall, she tried to find a candle. “Dang-it!” her toe collided with a chair.
The chain bounced off the facing, she turned the deadbolt and opened the front door, falsely thinking an outside source would provide light. She stepped out into the breezeway. Patrick, from across the hall, opened his door. They ran smack-dab into one-another. “Fionna?” he said, bopping his flashlight against the palm of his hand. Finally, a beam of light made Fionna, in her sheer pink nightgown, visible. “Hellacious storm!” He stuttered. The wind picked up, wet leaves and rain attacked them. “Get in here,” he pulled Fionna back into her apartment. He canvassed the room, then coaxed her towards the sofa. “You okay?” He wiped the rain from her forehead, moving her hair from her face.
“My hero,” she chuckled. Patrick’s shirtless chest revealed his muscular physique, she wondered if he could see her blushing.
“Mmmm,” his thought – audible. “Sorry,” he said while handing her the flashlight. “Keep it. I have another one.”
Fionna stopped him as he got up to leave. “Apology – unnecessary.” They moved closer to one-another, their lips locked, bouncing from wall to wall, they stumbled into her room. Patrick guided her backwards onto the bed.
The lights flickered, the fan begin to spin, the alarm clock blinked, the television rebooted. The neighborhood lit up like it was Christmas! They sighed in disappointment, if it had only been a weekend.
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