Layla drove home slowly that night. Her mind was spinning with the realization of her doomed marriage. She hated to put the truth out into the air. It lingered there and dropped on her heart like a ton of bricks. She thanked God it was Friday night. She was desperate for sleep. Her plan was to sleep in on Saturday morning.
She fumbled for her keys and clicked open the locks. Layla entered the long hallway of her apartment. She walked to the skinny antique hallway table and dropped her keys in the catch all bowl. She looked up towards the mirror above the table. She looked tired. Her eyes were dark and lacked life. Mascara had dripped down her cheeks during her crying fit on the ride home tonight. Her auburn hair lacked the silkiness she desired. Perhaps it was all in her head, but either way, she wasn't pleased with what she saw. She took off her heels and walked to the bathroom. A hot and steamy shower was just what she needed before bed.
Once in the bathroom, Layla turned on the shower and lit some candles. The relaxing aroma of apples and pomegranate filled the small room. She took in a long and inviting deep breath. She was already beginning to feel better. Layla undressed tossing her clothes across the hall into her bedroom where they landed on the floor. She stepped into the bathtub and beckoned the hot water to cover every inch of her bronze body.
Layla stood there for many moments with her eyes closed. She let her head droop down and allowed the water to beat against her stiff shoulder muscles. She was thinking about James, wondering why she hadn't met him years earlier. She could still feel his hands all over her. She traced the pattern that his hands took and gave herself goosebumps. Her hands caressed her breasts and her fingers traced her flat stomach. She was turning herself on, and quickly stopped. She wasn't in the mood for much of anything tonight.
Layla bent over and grabbed for her floral scented shampoo. As she leaned forward the hot water beat against her tight ass bathing it in warmth. Layla massage the shampoo into her hair and let it sit for a minute. She didn't want her shower to end. She was enjoying the relaxing effect that the water had on her soul.
As she allowed the water to touch her hair, she felt the soap slowly trickling down the curves of her body. It followed her spine and went down her ass and curved on it's final decent towards the inside of her thighs. Layla loved feeling soap drip down her body. It was a sensuous feeling that she could give herself every day.
Layla drew in a deep breath. She washed her face and turned off the water. The small room was steamy and the glass was fogged. Layla grabbed at the blue cotton towel that hung on the door. She methodically dried her body parts reaching all the places that James went as of late. Her hair still damp, she ran a comb through it and decided she couldn't be bothered taking the hair dryer to it. It was late and her bed was calling to her, beckoning her to drift to a peaceful sleep.
Layla entered her bedroom. It was a nice room. Not too big and not too small. She had mastered the cozy feel of a bedroom and enjoyed the relaxing effect that it had on her mind. Even though winter was approaching, Layla slept naked every night. She used her snow white Irish duvet to keep her warm instead of cumbersome pajamas.
Layla slid into bed. The dark blue flannel sheets seemed to wrap her in warmth almost immediately. She felt comforted and was ready to get some sleep.
She drifted off quite quickly. Her dreams came and went. Often they were of James. Tonight she dreamt of them on a beach off the coast of some European country. They were alone laying on a large orange beach blanket. Their naked bodies basked in the hot mid day sun and they rolled around playing and teasing each other. Their kissing was hot and heavy. James ravaged her mouth and pressed the full length of his being against her wet core. Off in a distance Layla heard vibrations. She tried to ignore it, but the noise was getting louder and unbearable. She stopped kissing James to look around. A phone appeared on the beach blanket. It was vibrating. Layla reached to pick it up. As she said hello, she woke up, startled and confused. She still heard and felt the vibrations. She looked over at her night table and her phone was blinking and vibrating. Against her will, Layla answered it in a most groggy and annoyed voice.
"Hello?"
"Hi. I hope I didn't wake you."
"James? No, no it's ok. I was just dreaming of you."
"Dreaming, eh? Well, how about you open your front door and let the real me in."