Fifty One

It had been exactly five minutes of taking, and Mike finally left us to do one or two things. I turned back to Mrs Griffin, who was chatting away without a moment’s hesitation. She felt so good staying in her own skin, and I really liked that about her. “Ok, we are literally done here. I’m aware I could be quite the chatter, but you need your beauty sleep. Run along, darling,” Mike’s mother said softly. I smiled at her. “Good night, ma’am.” She waved me off. I took the stairs to my room, all the while thinking about Mike, and what he must be doing at this time. I don’t know how I can’t seem to do anything without thinking about him, like I was cursed or something. It was literally getting out of hand. I turned the knob of my room, and stepped inside the room. A broad figure stood by the window. The light that illuminated from the hallway made me note that it was Mike. Yet, I was still so jumpy. I closed the door slowly, and stepped into the room. Mike didn’t turn. The darkness of