It was early in the morning when Tinsley felt her lips dry so she woke up from her deep slumber, partially awake but she could feel as if someone was touching her hairs.
It was still dark and she could not see the face of the person who was doing it as she was sleeping, curled to the other side.
Her heart started thumping against her chest speedily, not knowing who the stranger might be...her worst thought let her to thinking what if it was Josh??
What if he was here and it was him behind her???
She did not move at all, remained static in her position, did not giving any instance to the unknown man that she was awake and in alert mode.
A numerous amount of thoughts were blasting her mind second by second...planning of how to deal with her intruder.
Her eyes fell upon the flower vase nearby on the bedside table and thought of smashing it on the intruder but then if she made any movement to get there, her intruder would come to know she was awake.
