A Yellow Note

It was after four in the morning when she pulled herself from his arms - his warm, secure arms - and slipped silently from the bed. She was naked, her nipples erect from the sudden change in temperature. Her black evening gown lay abandoned on the floor. She picked it u and shimmied into it, silently apologising for leaving it on the floor. With her dress back on, it was almost as if the night's events hadn't occurred. Only her tousled hair and smudged makeup gave her away.

Where was her scarf? She looked around for it in the dark, not wanting to turn the light on She relied solely on the streetlight that leaked through the gap in his curtains above the bed where he slept.

Finding her scarf under her handbag, which sat on his desk, she turned to look at him. He was entangled in the creamy white sheet. She longed to wake him up and tell him about how her feelings had changed. But she couldn't. That wasn't how it worked. Taking a Post-It from the lacquer desk, she scribbled a note and stuck it to his open lap top. With a final glance, she left his apartment without a sound.

He woke a few hours later, at first not realising that she was no longer in his arms. Of course she wasn't. She wasn't expected to stay. He had no idea what time she had slipped out. He hoped she was alright. He hoped he hadn't offended her in some what. Why was he thinking like this? It didn't matter whether she was OK or not, it didn't matter if he'd offended her. It wasn't his business. But how he wish it could be! He wanted her to stay the night. He wanted her to stay forever. He groaned and pulled himself from his bed, awakening all the memories of her as he did so. As he walked towards the bathroom he saw the note. It excited him. His mind started to piece together a fantasy in which the note promised it everything. Tentatively, he went over and read it.

"If you ever need my services again," it read, "you know where to contact me."

He screwed the evil yellow note up in one hand and threw it against a wall. The fantasy was over. She would never be his.