My Days are Numbered
My Days are Numbered
I was traipsing down the staircase when I saw the plant. It's slender and elegant stem rose out of the delicate glass vase and ended in a blossom that was too perfect to be real. The flower was a mass of dark brandy petals which all spiraled together in a perfect array. The edges of the rose were a deep charcoal color, almost as if they had been burnt with a match. The underside of the petals was an iridescent violet color and connected with the fresh green sepals underneath. As I lifted the flower to my nose, I discovered that it had no scent. Disappointed, I lowered it back into the slender vase and appraised it some more. I do not know how long I gazed at the mysterious flower, entranced by its beauty, but the soft rustling of cushions broke me from my dreamlike state.
As I trained my gaze on the plush cream couch that was across from me, I found myself captivated by the young man that had suddenly appeared in the room. He sat on the couch, his muscled arms slung across the back of it, and his long legs crossed on top of each other. His long mahogany hair was swept behind one ear, revealing a small silver ring that glinted in the light. I was mesmerized by his stormy grey eyes, and his mischevious smirk. I wondered how old he was and why he was suddenly in my living room.
"Lets just say I am twenty-four," a deep husky voice answered.
I sucked in a deep breath. He had not uttered a word, yet I clearly heard a reply. Somehow this gorgeous stranger had communicated with me. My pulse increased, and I finally realized the potential danger of my situation. I contemplated if I should try and contact the police, or if I would let fate take its course. I settled on the latter, and struggled to form a coherent question.
I had mustered up enough courage to speak when I heard the several metal clicks and the sound of a key in the lock of the front door. Charlie was home, and I had no way to explain the situation before me.
As suddenly as he had come, the stranger was gone. Moving too fast for my eyes to see, he disappeared, only leaving a note in his place. I quickly retrieved it from the couch, and ran upstairs into my room.