082. Doors
As I reluctantly opened my eyes to my blaring alarm clock, I found I was alone. When I had fallen asleep, Edward had been behind me, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, protecting me from anything evil. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, wondering where he had gone, when I noticed a folded note on my desk. I quickly jumped out of bed and rushed over to it, almost like it would vanish at any moment, and snatched it up. Written in Edward's elegant handwriting were the words;
Dearest Bella, turn around.
I did hurriedly, only to see another note pinned to the back of my door. I walked over and picked it up, still holding the first note, and again found Edward's script inside.
Dearest Bella, check every door you see.
It goes without saying that I was horribly confused, but I did as he asked. True to his word, every door in my house, even the hallway closet, had a short note pinned to it. All the notes had small, romantic things written inside. How had Charlie not noticed these when he got ready for work? And what was Edward planning?
I opened the final note, expecting to see something else to make me blush, but all that was written was,
Dearest Bella, continue downstairs.
So I did, but there were no more notes on any of the doors. I wandered into the kitchen, confused, and saw a single piece of paper folded to make it stand up with my name on it.
Dearest Bella, go open the front door.
I rushed to open the front door, and when I did, Edward was standing there with a bouquet of blood red roses in his hand and a smile on his face. "Good morning, Bella."
He handed me the roses and leaned forward, pressing his cold lips to mine.
The final door always holds the greatest prize.