A short story by Cody Craig
The bright morning sun shone through the bedroom window, Bethany had inadvertently forgotten to draw the curtains last night before retiring to the comfort of her bed. She was now regretting her small lapse of attention to detail. The suns bright rays were shining directly down onto her bed, even with her eyes shut she could still see her eyelids, spider webbed with veins and glowing a translucent red. She tossed and turned trying to escape the dazzling light. But wherever she would roll the sun was already there, pursuing her, taunting her with its golden beams. As a last resort she lifted her second pillow and placed it over her face. She let out a sigh of relief as her eyelids finally turned black. Now all she needed to do was get some sleep.
Most mornings she would�ve welcomed the sun with open arms but not today. Last night she had managed to catch no more than an hours sleep, but it wasn't through lack of trying though. She had turned in at half past nine, which was very early by her standards. Most nights she would be out frequenting the local bars and pick-up joints until the early hours of the morning.
Eventually at eleven o'clock she gave up trying to sleep, and rose from her bed. Her blue satin nightie was soaked with sweat and was clinging to her body. As she stood she realised that it was stuck up around her midriff, her translucent pink panties were all that covered her lower parts. She tugged the sodden nightie down, its wetness felt cold as it dropped against her thighs. Goose bumps crawled all over her body and her nipples sprang rigid.
I'd better go to the kitchen and get something to eat.
Bethany walked barefooted down the hallway of her one bedroom ground floor apartment. The linoleum floor felt cool under her feet, she could feel small particles of grit and dirt, and she made a mental note that the hall needed sweeping.
In the kitchen Bethany put a jug of water on to boil, a nice hot cup of coffee would do her wonders. She opened the fridge and stood there staring at its contents. Even though the fridge was full of food, she didn't see anything that she fancied to eat. The jug of boiling water let out a high-pitched whistle, its shrill awakening her from her post slumber stupor. She closed the fridge door and walked across the floor to the electric jug. She flicked the switch with her thumb and its whistling slowly abated. She reached up to an overhead cupboard and pulled out a mug, from a canister on the kitchen bench she shovelled out a heaped spoonful of instant coffee and dumped it into the mug. The boiling water dissolved the brown granules and the air filled with the earthy aroma of the coffee.
Bethany lifted the mug to her nose and took a deep breath.
"Nothing better then the smell of coffee in the morning," she sighed.
She walked to the dining table and placed her mug down, then headed to the pantry cupboard. She opened the door and searched for something to eat for breakfast. She bypassed her stash of breakfast cereals, muesli bars and everything else in the pantry cupboard. Empty handed she sat down at the table with her mug of coffee.
Bethany had decided that she wasn't hungry after all.
"I'll drink my coffee and then I'll have a nice warm shower. That should make me feel better." Said Bethany to herself.
Living alone she often talked to herself, just to break the silence.
In the bathroom, Bethany peeled the still wet nightie over her head, it momentarily caught on the undersides of her breasts. She tugged a little harder and it flung loose, her breasts bounced and jiggled as they let go. She bent and slid her pink panties down her thighs, when they were down to her knees she let them drop to the floor. She stepped out of her underwear. It felt good to be shut of the sopping garments.
Bethany pulled back the shower curtain and reached in and gave the faucets a turn, she put her hand under the spray and felt the water until it felt nice and warm then she stepped into the bathtub. The little pulsating droplets of water soothed her tired body. Each little droplet felt like a tiny hand massaging her weary muscles. She stood there and let the spray work its magic on her back, after a few minutes she turned around. The pelting droplets of liquid relief felt exquisite on her breasts. Her nipples stood rigid, she shut her eyes, tilted her head back and savoured the feeling.
She squirmed as she soaped herself, the slippery bar caressing her tight body. She rubbed and explored herself, little tremors radiating throughout her writhing body. Bethany let out an intense scream as the hot water ran out, frigid water bombarded her. Chased away her sexy mood. Her hands reached for the faucets and quickly shut them off. Standing there shivering Bethany reached out to the towel rail and grabbed a towel. It was threadbare, and didn't really dry her properly. She wrapped it around her body and tucked a dog ear in between her breasts. At least it was warming her up and had stopped her shivering
Bethany stood with her hands braced on the sink and stared at the mirror above the basin. Her golden hair hung in ropes which bordered her angelic face. Her complexion was very pale, even after the shower. She then realised that it was time again.
Her sleeplessness, lack of appetite and the paleness of her skin were all signs that she needed to replenish herself. She didn't enjoy replenishing herself, but it was something that she needed to do if she wanted to carry on living.
The rest of the day she took it easy and relaxed around the house watching re-runs of old black and white movies, sweeping the hallway, for tonight she would need all the energy that she could muster to replenish herself.
Bethany dressed in her sexy low cut black dress, the thin elastic material clung to every curve that she owned. It left absolutely nothing to the imagination. She spent a good while in front of the mirror adding makeup to her face, hiding her pallid complexion. When she was happy that her cheeks supported enough colour for her to look alive, she picked up her hand bag and left the apartment.