It started like any other day for Mia; waking up from restless sleep, procrastinating, getting out of bed, trying to get the kids ready for school. It started that way; however, this morning, Mia received a couriered post, a simple envelope with her name. She opened it up to find a letter and a familiar branded hotel key card, and the letter only had “Room 204, 12 am-noon, Today, Hope to see you, T.”
Mia began to realise who this might be from and what this means “Tom” she whispered. The mere saying of his name caused her legs to quiver a little, remembering the messages they’ve exchanged, the fantasies that they’ve played out using nothing more than words. Still, if this is Tom, then, this time, it’s not just words! Looking at the clock, “08:15, What do I do? Should I go? Should I message him?… What do I wear?” Mia caught herself starting to give in to the idea of skipping all responsibilities and going.