In the late afternoon, I heard a knock at the door. I kept my current read on the coffee table in front of the couch, removed my blanket, and walked towards the door.
I peeked outside through the curtain wondering who could that be at this hour?
I saw Tylor dressed in a green hoodie and khaki chinos standing outside with a bunch of flowers in his hand.
Lionel was standing just beside him dressed like he was here for a business meeting in his long coat, well-set millennial pompadour style hair.
"What are they doing here this early?" I wondered.
I was about to open the door when I glanced at my messy hair in the mirror on the dresser set in the corner of the room.
I quickly combed it into a neat side braid and applied some cranberry lip balm on my dehydrated lips.
The doorbell buzzed again and I quickly changed into a blue jersey over my polka-dotted pajamas and rushed to open the door for them.