The Visitor

Her eyelids parted that morning - much to her disdain - and Arabella met, beside her, an empty bed which from the look of the rumpled sheets, would have once contained her master.

The smile she had woken up with dissolved from her face as she slowly brought herself to sit up straight.

She stretched her hand to feel the warmth of the empty space, and she could tell from how warm it was that he had only just rose up. She heaved a sigh and plastered her back against the headboard, her shoulders collapsed as turned her eyes towards the bathroom door.

The sound of running water that came from the door gave his presence in the bathroom away.

Arabella knew that she had no right to be mad at him for waking up and stepping interested the shower without her, there was no reason for her to be sad about the fact that he would step out and want her nowhere near his bed - as was their normal routine - yet she was.

She did not want him to come out of the bathroom and ask her to leave. No.

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