S U I T S (#2)

12// uninvited

12// uninvited

A fuzzy bathrobe
tied at the waist
a cup of black coffee
in my hand
as I flicked through a Vogue magazine

Grayson wasn't home till 3
so when a harsh rapping sounded at the door
woke me from my heavenly daze
I was surprised

There was a thick clag in my throat
Grayson never knocked
and I hadn't ordered room service
or anything

Had someone found me?
Had Rose told The Big Man?
Was he here?

Stepping silently I cracked the door open
"yes?"
"Oh hello"
it was a middle aged woman
in a smart pants suit

"Where's Grayson?"
"he's at work...um, who are you?"
there was a light laughter
"I'm his mother"