Prompt from here.
This is really 2 AM in where I’m at, so let’s see if my writing cave has a light in this wee hour.
There wasn’t any real thought in her half-awake mind when her phone bleeped in the middle of the night.
She groaned and rolled over, remembering what she last saw in the mirror in the shower. For one, she was too young to look that old. Panda eyes, dry skin, pale skin tone… why won’t people realise that a working girl needs her beauty sleep in order to submit anything readable? She glanced at the flickering screen, taking a deep breath.
It was her weekend off after days of non-stop hectic piles of papers; the office can survive 2 days without her. With that thought, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
She didn’t wake up until the phone screen flickered again after the sun rose the morning. This time, she decided that it’s enough sleep for a week and picked up her phone.
One text message.
No recognisable number.
And another message.
She wasn’t even fully awake yet, but what she saw in her screen made her jump up and ran to the door. It wasn’t locked. She left the door open the whole night. A litany of curse words streamed out of her lips.
Now the only mystery was who the bloody hell took the picture of her sleeping.