Conered
Just as expected , Adonis was done with his bath and headed to his bedroom where he had been dressing up or something. I remained calm as if though it was my house. The sound of the speaker was perfect as no noise could be heard except that of the invisible rock star that dwelled in the speakers. I gazed at my Rolex watch and the time was fourteen minutes to seven. From the window, I could see how the shades of darkness had eloped the whole neighborhood and it presented a perfect canopy for my type of salvation to take place. Just then I was stung by yet another glitch in my raging quest for perfecting my art. The blind of the window had been rolled upward and it was the only way I could see the dark skies outside. The axiom was simple, if you could see them then they could see you. I hurriedly stood up, walked to the window and rolled down the blind. It was perfect now more than ever only that I turned. I met the gaze of surprised Adonis starring at me.