Maggie sat crossed legged on the couch with large headphones thumping in her ears. The oversized T-shirt she was wearing was soaking up the wet drips from her chestnut hair. She just got out of the shower after a vigorous shave and wash. Her small pajama shorts were loose and felt soft and cooling against her smooth loins. She adjusted the headphones slightly. They were pressed the side arms of her pink glasses into the sides of her head.
She reached her arms up tall, stretching out her back and slumped into the couched. She was thinking about her day plans. They took weeks to plan, and she was ready for them to start. She thought about the fun she was going to have as she let herself escape into the music.
She took a deep breath in for a heavy sigh when a hand suddenly slapped across her mouth. Her eyes popped open and she grabbed for the hand. It pulled back on her. She felt herself slide over the back of the couch. She pulled against the strong grip on her face but was not able to release the hold. Her feet dropped to the ground behind the couch and she was pulled backwards.