Draft

* The concept had kept popping in and out of my brain for a long time already and it was just until recently that I got my hands and mind working on this one. The delay? This was not me. Not really what I used to write about. So I was posting this to have a sense of accomplishment, since I was trying to write the first draft for four days and what I got was only one paragraph. Hmmmm.

He hastily got out of the entangled covers. He frantically searched for his garments – his slacks, polo and loafers, and immediately put them on, without pausing for a breath or two. Then to his bag on the chair beside the bed. He slung the strap on his shoulders and motioned to the door. I was about to get up – never mind if the blanket fell, he had already seen and explored every part of my body anyway, but just when I was about to, he stopped on his tracks, unsnapped the button of his bag and groped for something inside. He took out an envelope or something – I could not really see it clearly – and out of that were bills stacked together, bundled into one pile, as thick as a Valentine romance pocketbook. I thought he would shower me with money, or maybe I thought I was in a movie again, but he just went to the chair beside the bed and simply put the stack on it. That simple. After doing so, he moved fast again, making his way to the door without looking back or a word or two. And I was alone again. I was thinking of putting on some fresh, newly-washed clothes, but I was too tired to get them, let alone stand on my feet. So I lied down again and worked my mind again, feeling that if I concentrated on one thing the feeling of weariness from having my body spent would go away.

* There's a second paragraph following this one, but I am not yet ready to post it. :D