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Katie walked around her quiet apartment. She was not used to being here during the day and she felt lonely. After cleaning the apartment and doing her laundry, Katie sat down on the couch and tried to watch T.V. but after about fifteen minutes, she turned it back off. Did people really enjoy watching crappy drama shows? Surely there should be a limit on how many times you kill someone off of a show just to bring them back. She stood back up and made another loop around her apartment. She felt trapped. She needed out of here, needed to be around people. Even if she did not interact with them, she enjoyed watching them and trying to figure out their lives just by their actions.
Katie went and grabbed her purse off the kitchen table. As she slung it onto her shoulder, it brushed over her breast. She froze as the memory of last night’s dream came barreling back to the front of her mind. Paul’s hands roaming her body as his mouth devoured hers. Katie moaned. She put her bag back down and went to the bathroom, quickly stripping out of her clothes and turning on a cold shower. She hopped into the shower and welcomed the shock of the frosty water against her warm skin. She needed to get the thoughts of Paul out of her head.
The water poured over her head and Katie moaned as a shiver ran through her body. It made her think of the way her body had reacted to Paul’s touch. “Damn it!” she screamed. This was supposed to work, not make things worse. How was she going to be able to go after a man that she kept fantasizing about? Even now she could feel his hands all over her. The dream had felt so real, the heat of their bodies entwining as they pressed against each other.
Katie slammed the shower off, ripping the towel off the rack and quickly drying off. She tried her best to ignore her body as the towel swiped over the sensitive parts of her. Throwing the towel into the hamper, Katie quickly made her way into the bedroom and threw on some clothes. She needed to get out of here, away from her own thoughts. Maybe she should go out and pamper herself.
Katie liked that idea. Maybe get her hair and nails done, find her some new clothes for her first day of work tomorrow. In the past three years she had not taken any time to go out and do these types of things, never took a day off for herself. It was long overdue. Plus, it kept her out of this small space she called an apartment. Maybe it would help erase Paul from her thoughts, too.
She walked back to the bathroom and swiftly brushed her hair. She reached down and pulled open the middle drawer and pulled out make-up that she barely ever wore. She did her best to apply it. Even though no one ever really showed her how to put it on, Katie thought the end result was pretty good. She took one last look in the mirror before she turned and headed back out to get her purse.
This was going to be a relaxing day, no matter what. She would force herself to have a good time, even if she would rather be at work. God, she was hopeless. She threw her purse over her shoulder and pulled out her keys. She rushed herself to the door and swung it open.
Katie came to an abrupt stop. There, laying on the floor right outside her door, was a little white envelope. At first she thought that maybe someone had accidently dropped it, but then she saw her name embossed in gold on the front of it. “What the hell?” she muttered as she bent down and picked it up. Who would leave her note? Paul, a little voice said inside her head. Katie shook her head. Why would he leave her anything? After all, last night was only a dream. She slipped her finger under the flap and ripped it open.
Dear Katie,
I know you are looking for me.