Only a few days after my return from my freshman year of college, I was already bored with being home. I immediately missed the partying and the girls while i killed time in my quiet suburban town between shifts in my summer job.
After a pretty late night out at the movies with friends, I slept in the next morning. In the mornings, my parents usually were busy and didn’t really bother me, trusting I can handle my own schedule.
I took a quick shower, and was walking into my bedroom, naked and deciding whether it was too early for lunch, when a voice cut across my thoughts.
“Um… good morning.”
I froze. Next to my dresser, Elena, the women who cleaned our house weekly, stood with a duster in her hand.
Immediately, a million thoughts ran through my mind. Should I cover up or go grab a towel? She was next to my dresser, so I felt weird walking over to get underwear.
“Shit, I forgot today is Thursday. I’m sorry.” Her expression still showed surprise, but definitely didn’t look away. After my shower, the room felt embarrassingly cold.