Unanticipated Guest

The tapestry carpet adorning the white marble floor, a squab set inclusive of a studio couch upholstered with a pastel fabric and the curtains that hung before the French cut casement-each of them were appealing and reflected sophistication. There was no ambiguity that the interiors were a mastery of a professional interior designer, also the landlord of this residence being talked about.

After an exhaustive, long day, with a loud thump, he rested his butt against a wooden recliner. The sunset was to take place post an hour. The window panes were unbolted and open, the curtains gathered at one end while the proud owner of the villa sat back and tried to relax.

Just then an unexpected visitor hovered. Suddenly, the curtains swayed and the leaves produced a rustling sound. Her entry into the house remained unannounced for the main door was open, until she caressed through his blackish brown hair. He did not care to peek a glance at the visitor for he surely knew who it was. After all, it was what he needed at the end of a tiresome day at work. Within a few minutes, her presence made him serene, his mind soothed. He was overjoyed at her presence.

As he opened his eyes, he could sense the breeze as it blew through every embellishment that rested in his living room. A gush of wind followed, it became faint and then it was gone. He was once again full of zeal and set out to resume his daily chores.