As I grunted, simultaneously, a knock on my door filled the air. I whipped my head to the door and the clock—8 pm.
Once again, my heart thudded. Who could it possibly be now? I picked up the white flower vase on my coffee table and drew closer to the door.
“Who is there?” My grip on the base tightened.
“A package for Ms. Elizabeth from Mr. Adiaga” A man’s voice came from the other side of the door.
Dropping the vase on the floor, I opened the door. A delivery man stretched out his hand, holding a package. “Mr. Adiaga ordered this meal for you.”
The tantalising aroma of the food darted into my nose, stirring a hungry storm in my stomach.
Ignoring my traitorous stomach, I said, “Please kindly return the package to him.” Before the delivery could say anything more, I slammed the door shut.
I returned and sprawled back on the sofa. My thoughts resumed terrorising my mind until sleep came in like a hero, snatching me into her beautiful arms.
***
The relentless thuds on the door startled me awake. My eyes flew open, and the morning light sprinting from the windows bored into my eyes, burning my iris.