A Slice Of Heaven

Melody walked out of her room, looking like a zombie. She couldn't remember when she got back home last night. Everything feels so different. The house, the bed, even the air. Everything was better. Her head was banging so hard and she could barely see where she was going.

“Good morning ma'am, the boss asked us not to disturb your sleep.” The voice sounded unfamiliar. “Is there anything you'd like us to get for you?”

“Where am I?” Her voice also sounded far and foreign to her. “My head is hurting.”

“Please sit, I'll get you something for the headache.” She heard the voice saying.

She knew this was a dream, but why was she feeling physical pain in her dream? That's weird. Just then she heard footsteps and someone handed her painkillers and a glass of warm water. She took it and after the drugs she slept off, right where she was sitting.

Almost thirty minutes passed, when Melody opened her eyes. Now she could see clearly that this wasn't her friend's house. This was the most beautiful house she's ever seen, it looked like a picture straight out of a magazine. The expensive furniture, the very high ceiling and chandelier, were signs that whoever owned this house, was rich, rich.

“Where am I?” She asked, no one in particular, but just then Logan walked in, all dressed in his perfectly tailored charcoal black suit and blue tie. He looked flawless, and she hated herself right now because she knew she looked a mess.

“You're up?”

“Yes, and how did I get here?”

“You passed out yesterday on our way home. I figured it was better to bring you here instead.” He sipped from his cup of piping hot coffee.

“Owww…” she looked at herself, she was still wearing the dress from last night. 

“You have nothing to worry about, I slept in my own room, girlfriend.” 

“I need to get back home. My friend would be worried sick.”

“Sure, my driver will take you home after you've had breakfast. Penelope already made pancakes and there's a bottle of freshly squeezed orange juice if you want.” He looked down on his watch and turned towards the door. “I have to leave for the office. I'll see you soon.”

She nodded, trying to take in everything. Logan walked across the room and she heard the door shut behind him. 

Moments later, one of the domestic staff brought her shoe, phone and purse to the sitting room. She thanked Penelope for breakfast, but she had to leave immediately. 

Penelope was an older lady with a very kind smile. She was Logan’s nanny since he was small, after he moved into his place, he figured it would be a good idea to have her around. She knew how to make his meals, she was more like family to him.

Melody was already at the door when she heard the older lady call her. “Wait, my dear.” She handed Melody the paper bag she was holding. “Since you were not going to have some, I decided to pack some of my special banana pancakes for you to take home with you.”

Melody smiled at her, she was touched by this little act of kindness. “Thank you so much Miss Penelope.”

“You're welcome dearest. What's your name again?”

“Melody…Melody Hart.”

“That's a very beautiful name. Alright Melody, we weren't able to introduce ourselves but since you're Logan's new girlfriend, I bet we'll be having you around more often.”

“I will, it was nice to meet you. Thanks again for the pancakes.” 

“You're most welcome dear.”

Melody stepped outside, the cold breeze hitting her hard she rubbed her hands together. Logan's driver, the one who delivered the dress to her house yesterday was standing behind the car, he rushed to open the door when he saw her step out of the house.

She mouthed a thank you and jumped inside the car, relieved. She didn't want to check her phone because she knew Tara must have called a million times.

……….

Stepping inside, Melody almost laughed. Tara flashed her a reprimanding look. The one her mum gave her when she stayed out too long with her friends without calling.

“I'm so sorry, Tara.” She flashed her friend with the sweetest smile.

“Are you serious right now Melody? I was worried sick about you. I could barely sleep. I called you so many times I lost count. You didn't think it was a good idea to return my calls?”

“I passed out last night. I woke up this morning unaware of how I got to Logan's house. I'm so sorry.”

“You woke up in his house?” Tara looked alarmed. “I hope he didn't try anything funny?”

“How would I know?” She laughed, setting the paper bag on the table.

“Melody!”

“I'm just kidding he didn't do anything funny.” Melody wrapped Tara in a hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She finally broke into a smile. “Now tell me about your night. What's in the bag?”

“Banana Pancakes.”

“Banana pancakes?”

“Yeah, his house keeper Miss Penelope made them. She packed some for me since I couldn't have breakfast.”

“Awwwwn, that's so sweet. She's already taking good care of her new madam.”

“Shut up,” she hit Tara playfully. “I'm not the new madam, she's just a nice person.”

“That means, she makes banana pancakes for every single lady Logan brings home. How thoughtful.”

Melody laughed. “That's none of my business.”

“Good thing it's not.” She opened the paper bag and took a generous bite from one of the pancakes, rolling her eyes. “This tastes like a slice of heaven. When next you're there, do well to steal her recipe.”

Melody rolled her eyes. “I'm not going back there.”

“Yes you will. Now start talking, how was your night?”

“I won't lie, I had a swell time.”

“Who would have thought staring at painting on a wall would be so much fun?” Tara jokes.

“You're the worst,” she laughed, clutching her chest. “We left the gallery and went somewhere nice to celebrate his new contract.” Melody said, picking up her shoes. “I need to shower, I'll be out in twenty.”

It was then Tara’s eyes rested on her. The dress, the shoe, the purse. They were all designers and yes she liked good things but she knew they weren't hers. She wouldn't be able to afford a dress like the one Melody was wearing.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oww, I forgot to tell you. Logan sent his driver over to deliver all these.”

Tara was impressed. “I know they cost a whole lot. This is really nice.”

“I know right?”