Romans & histoires The Peephole

“Oh baby, where do you think I am? Do you want me to come over? I'll do anything for you. Just say the words.” I slowly walked over to the door, carrying the flower vase on my way so that I could smash it over his head in case he tried something stupid. With quiet steps, I approached the door, pressing my ear against it when I got there, hopeful to hear his voice. “Then what do you want?” It clicked that there was something called a peephole that my brain had completely forgotten and I looked through it. With a sigh of relief, I stepped back and unlocked the door, letting the room service that I had ordered earlier in the day come in.