Crashing

The sound of the loud knock on the black-painted door matched the beating of Hannah Morales's heart. Especially when a few seconds ago, she heard giggling on the other side of the door, and as if controlled by a remote, her mind began to wander to places she knew would end up giving her a splitting headache.

It felt like an eternity had passed by before the older woman finally heard footsteps that got louder each second and eventually, fidgeting on the other end.

The older woman wondered who was on the other end. Her heart palpitation wildly. Time stood still as the door opened slowly, causing perspiration to form on Hannah's forehead.

She felt a heavy weight being lifted off her shoulders when her gaze landed on a confused-looking Serenity, dressed in spandex and male boxers. Whilst her left hand rested on the door, her right hand held a cigarette that has been burning for minutes.

"Hey," Hannah spurred out, throwing an awkward wave. She tried to maintain contact with Serenity's