Elowen

The line went dead, leaving me alone with the faint hiss of the bathroom exhaust fan and the cooling air of the apartment. I peeled the damp towel from my hair, letting my damp blonde waves fall over my shoulders in heavy, wet clumps. Stepping out of the master bathroom, I walked into my bedroom, the scent of fresh lemon disinfectant still lingering in the air like a proud monument to my midnight cleaning spree.

When I got to my drawers, I smiled, still riding the wave of petty triumph from the night before. I couldn't help the small, vindictive smile that tugged at the corners of my lips...