Rude Awakening

Sun light trinkled in through the broken shards of glass that still hung to the window paine. The early morning dew glistened like diamonds on the old broken desk that lazily leaned up against the wall. The only sound you heard was the shallow breathing of a pale faced man. His skin glistening with sweat and his long Raven black hair had long since cascaded to the floor. His leather jacket was drapped over his bare chest haphazardly and his tattered blood stained jeans hugged his muscular legs. His very image was God like, from his chiseled jaw to his herculean body.

As the sun light kissed his face a small red mark began to appear and his skin began to sizzle. His emerald green eyes shot open as he recoiled out of the harmful rays. His hair stuck to his face as he tried to catch his breath. With his back against the wall he slowly inched his way off the bed on to the well worn wood floor. It's boards creaking with each step under his weight. He finally reached the door and tried the handle. " Dammit, locked in." he sighed and pressed his finger tips against the door and shoved. The door was thrown off it's hinges and smashed into the stone wall of the hallway. As the dust settled he made his way down the hall throwing his jacket over his bare skin. The leather felt cool against him and the smell of roses that clung to the fabric liner reminded him of last night.