Chapter 25: Late Night Visitor

I trudged up the stairs to my apartment, cursing my decision to live in a loft for the millionth time. I love my loft, but I truly hate the stairs. They seemed to taunt me after long days of working. 'Oh, you thought you were tired before you came home? Let me help you realize just how wrong you were.' It seemed that no matter how many times I made the trek, my legs still protested the effort.

I stepped into my apartment and gave an enormous sigh of relief. I could finally go to bed after this horrendous day. All the wine had made me pleasantly sleepy and I, for one, couldn't wait to slip between the sheets and fall into blissful unawareness.

But it was as I was walking across the living room that I felt it. The now familiar electrical zing down my spine. I sighed heavily. There went my dreams of falling into bed. At least, not yet.