#literare009

it had been two hours since she arrived. or it had been the last time she looked at her phone. danika was exhausted—exhausted was an understatement. she only meant to close her eyes for a minute or two. just until he arrived, if he could get away from that archangel bitch! she was curled on her side atop the bedsheets. boots still on. she hadn't stirred when he entered the dingy motel room. hadn't heard the obnoxious squeak of the door hinge. but her nose prickled at that familiar musk scent, and her eyelids fluttered open. still glazed with the remnants of her catnap. softly humming when a blanket was draped over her frame.