Shadows Don't Lie - Chapter 6

chapter 6

Around dawn Ana woke up, not on the sofa she last saw herself on but on her bed. A bolt of surprise flashed in her chest upon realizing where she was. In the dark recess of her bedroom, she wondered how she came upstairs.

But how tired or weak was I, to the extent that I would not budge when carried in his boisterous arms. Am I that dead in his arms? she marvelled.

She tried sleeping again but her attempt was unsuccessful. She realized it was one of those nights, when she woke up and could not sleep again. Lying in the awful coldness on her bed, Kwame began invading her thoughts.

It was a romantic hangover, a weak spot that she did not know she was growing fond of. She recalled how he was looking some hours ago when she sat adjacent him. His sweatshirt was a perfect fit on his torso, leaving no ounce of his flesh undisclosed. With a side of her cheek on her pillow, she wore a naughty smile as she took in the clarity of her recollection.

Boy! Boy! Boy! You are something else. What is it about you that is casting me into this deep well of captivation?

And each time he rested his elbows on his kneecaps and stalked forward slightly, Oh! Gosh! she could hardly hold back the urge to have a feel of the tautness of his arms. She felt like a thirsty flower that had received it share of a spatter of rain when he flicked his eyes at her. A look from him brought a new kind of life in her.

Ana was still tossing and squirming to pictures of the previous night when an idea came to mind.

It was not a bad idea though.

Initially she wanted to give it a try but a voice told her the idea was too dicey to bet on. She put her phone away. After some failed attempts to sleep had elapsed, the business woman side of her decided to give the idea a try, besides, nothing happens without an action. One had to take an action before one could be branded a success or a failure. She scrolled down her contact lists to the K column. She tapped on his name and began to text.

'Hey,' she buried the phone in her hands and hid it under her pillow. It was a reaction that said she was doing something that was highly unusual of her. Few seconds later, it vibrated to a reply from the recipient.

'Sleeping beauty.'

Ana beamed in correspondence to the beam of her screen and the message that came with it. She coiled her body like a millipede and brought the phone closer to her face. She sent him a smiley.

'Do you wake up this early?'

Ana replied, explaining why she was up that early. She wanted to ask how she walked to her bed but the answer was obvious. As though he could read her mind, a text came in as she was thinking about the how.

'You look like a goddess when you are sleeping.' She flashed outrageously and bit on her lower lips. She was about replying when another came in. 'You should not overwork yourself too much, you are already a top-notch.'

'Well noted, Sir. Can I ask you a favour, please?' she replied.

'Sure.'

'My company's annual dinner is in two days' time.' Her request was clear. She contemplated on the effect that the short notice would have on his response. Kwame seemed to have gone offline before her message hit his phone. She waited for over twenty minutes but he did not come online.

The tweets and chirps of birds woke her up in the morning. Sun rays had silently burgled into her room, burnishing the stinking rich luxuries into existence. She bounced out of bed, realizing she had overslept. After her shower, she took her phone to make a call. Her screen had a message notification. She opened it and it was Kwame's.

'Sure, dinner then.'

She smiled. She walked to her locker and checked the dress she would wear for that night. It stood out amongst her collection. She had to leave for work before she was tempted to try it on for the thousandth time after the idea of Kwame accompanying her popped up.

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