Cat Lady

Loud banging on my bedroom door pulls me from a pleasant dream…I notice it’s still dark. Though alarmed, I manage to look at my bedside clock without making any noise. 3:24 AM. Another round of banging. I roll over and pull the blankets over my head to ignore it and try drifting back to sleep, as though unable to hear over my roaring bedside fan. BANG BANG BANG Open your door! A woman’s voice. I open my eyes a second time, slightly more awake, and yell. Go away!, I’m sleeping! More banging. I get out of bed, dazed and completely naked…I unlock my door and crack it, so as to tell my unwelcome visitor to go away, but the woman, tall, quick, and strong, pushes her way in as I flounder backwards, locking the door behind her. I slink back to the cover of my blankets, tricked and defeated. In the darkness I hear the drop of a purse, and some loud clicks as something is rapidly unbuttoned…and suddenly she’s on me, fierce and breathing heavily, sinking her fingernails into my chest, and her teeth into my neck, even as I feebly try to protest in my groggy stupor…no, get off, I’m tired, I need to sleep. She slides off, and I feel motion next to me as she does something I can’t see. A moment later the smooth flesh of one of her long bare legs coils around my waist from behind; her attached hips quietly writhing with subtle restlessness. Lying my side, with this elegant stalk of feminine flesh displayed in front of me, I finally find myself unable to feign sleep any longer. Like a baby to a pacifier, I sink my hands into her thigh and draw them down towards her knee. In the dim light I can see that her toenails are painted brown. She quickly pulls her leg back and pushes me away from her. I sit up, and grab it again. She brushes my hands off. I seize her hips firmly and pull her into me before she has time to brush them off of her again, and her breathing suddenly increases…small noises escaping her throat. She tries to sit up. I lay one palm flat against the center of her chest and force her back down, pinning a wrist. Her resistance intensifies, and she squirms wildly beneath me, trying to crawl away. Much too late now, dear, much too late….