Another day completely lost

I spoke too soon.

At six this morning, I heard a polite knock at the door. I felt safe ignoring it. Had I been in a deep sleep, I wouldn't have heard it. Then, she opened the door; not all the way as I'd slipped the safety latch on.

Tu dors, cheri ?

I held my silence. To utter even one syllable would give her hope where there was none. I tried not to breath lest she hear me.

Ouvres la porte, mon amour.

I kept quiet. For all she knew, the room could have changed hands since her departure. No, the magnetic card wouldn't have opened the door in that case. I know that, but did she?

Ouvres cette foutue porte !

She knew it. The volume with which she screamed this last request motivated me to leap from the bed and open the door before half the inhabitants of the seventh floor called the police. I pulled her inside and closed the door with both of us inside this time.

Before I could fully explain to her that being importuned in this manner was highly compromising to my good standing with the Direction of the hotel, she had slipped to her knees and, to quote Madonna:

I'm down on my knees,
I wanna take you there,
In the midnight hour I can feel your power,
Just like a prayer you know Ill take you there

And that is exactly what she did; until about a half hour ago.