Prompt courtesy of Velvet Verbosity.
“The worst part of staying in a hotel is that the cleaning ladies always tuck the sheets in too tight and you have to go around the whole bed yanking them out from between the mattresses before getting in.”
He sipped his beer and waited for her to say something.
She smiled and shook her glass. He caught the bartender’s attention and ordered another round. Her hand crept up his thigh slowly. He stared at her fingernails, painted bright red.
“Or maybe it’s when you wake up in the night, all alone,” she said. “And wonder if you really exist.”