EPISODE 6: THOUGHTS OF ‘VILE’ ECSTASY

I stretched and got up from bed lazily and slid my legs into the slippers I placed by the bed the previous night. I smiled bitterly. It was part of the “luxuries” I enjoyed while dating Winston.

Now, all it brought was painful memories. I took them off my feet and threw them into the room rubbish can. I’d rather walk barefoot. I got out of the room and for a moment, I felt lost. I thought the way to the hall was left. Was I thinking I was still in Winston’s house? I quickly gathered my thoughts and turned right just to be greeted with a loud ‘good morning’ by someone I suppose was the maid judging by her outfit. I unconsciously sized her up. The wide and fake smile plastered on her face dropped for a millisecond before coming back to her initial act thereby revealing her actual self. I pretended not to notice and respond with a smile. It’s going to be an interesting house, I guess.

I headed to the hall. The house seemed too quiet. I guess they are still sleeping. Standing at the intersection between the hall and stairs, I deliberated whether to return to the room or explore the house. In the process, Opeibea’s husband walked in. Looking dashing as always. I smiled at him. Perhaps I over-smiled because he gave me a strange look before speaking.

“Ha! I guess you’re an early bird just as I am. Did you sleep well?”. He enquired, smiling.

The smile made me forget I was asked a question. I just stared at him till my ancestors felt I had had enough embarrassment for the morning before I returned to my senses. I felt extremely embarrassed. I apologized and replied looking down shyly.

“I’m sorry. I slept well, something crossed my mind and took my mind off the moment”.

He gave me an amused look and assured me it was fine then drank whatever was in the white porcelain cup he had been holding and placed it gently on the table. Such mannerism. A true gentleman. “Why didn’t I get this one?” I quizzed inwardly.

I wished him a nice day and headed back upstairs before I could disgrace myself any further. What was happening to me? or should the actual question be, ” What is this man doing to me?”