A knock came from the door, Godfrey looked towards the door with a tired expression, he was still invested in what he was watching. But the strength to stand and open the door evaded him.
Of course he knew who it was, more knocks came from the door.
"I know you can hear me, Hell I can hear the TV from here Godfrey" she shouted out loud.
'What a drag' Godfrey thought to himself tiredly as he stood up, he gazed down upon himself and noticed just how stark naked he was.
"Coming" he shifted back as he dragged his feet while tying a towel around his waist.
As soon as he opened the door, he was met with the angry puffy face of Annie, she looked angry and tired, but more frustrated than he had thought.
"Why are you so early?" He scoffed at her as he left her at the door.
"You!"
"What?" He replied with a sly smile.
"No no, I'm not going to let you mess with me" she breathed in and dragged the things she had bought into the house.
Of course Godfrey stood by the side and watched her drag it all the way in, his eyes intently watching her with the Intention of making her uncomfortable.
"What are you looking at? A little help wouldn't shave the hair of your balls right?" She looked at him a bit pissed, Godfrey always had the habit of making people do things for him, she wasn't sure if it was out of character or if he was just that lazy.
"You never asked though" she shrugged his shoulders with calculated nonchalance.
"Here" she said flinging one of the boxes towards him.
Godfrey caught it unexpectedly but carried the bag inside the room, he felt a bit exposed as his balls dangled under the towels with no protection whatsoever.
Still he strode forward.
"By the way, what's in this box and why is it so heavy?" Godfrey asked under his breath, he wasn't out of breath but the sudden weight of the box was unexpected.
"It's your damn chair, unbox it yourself" Annie said with a calm smile then took the other bag in her hand to the bathroom. 'Those were probably the hair products' He thought while he struggled to fit the box through his door and into his study.
More than once his towel fell off. And more than once he was grateful that women take hours in the bathroom.
He finally began unboxing the chair, it took him more or less ten minutes, in that time he didn't care much what Annie was up too, neither did he know she had eaten his pie he left out on the chair and also the ones left in the fridge.
Maybe he didn't need to know.
Godfrey felt accomplished as he ripped the transparent bag off the chair, exposing its smooth silky surface.
He sat in the chair and spun for about a minute or so, after feeling dizzy he simply rested in his chair, resisting the need to sleep off.
"You like it?" Annie poked her head Into his study as she saw him spinning around as a child would.
"Yeah it's great, thanks a mill Annie" Godfrey said satisfied.
Annie walked into the room observing the mess Godfrey had made, it was a normal thing for her to see, but that didn't mean she could accept it.
"When are you going to clean this damn room, it's so messy you know" she said with a hint of irritation in her voice.
She picked up a sock unable to find the other leg, to her surprise the sock was stiff, as though something had dried itself inside.
She sniffed at it and immediately pulled away.
"Jesus, Godfrey", she cursed out loud.
Godfrey snapped his head in her direction thinking something must have happened, he was calm until he saw the sock in her hand, his face rumpled in shame and embarrassment as he dashed towards her, ripping the socks off her hand.
"Hmmm, must be nice" Annie smirked at him.
He turned away and stuffed the sock into a drawer by the side of the room. Then he turned to her with outstretched arms.
"What?" She chided him.
Now it was his turn to look rather annoyed, "You were going to help me with my back yes?" But before she could respond he took her by the hand and pulled her out of the room.
"Be gentle Godfrey" Annie laughed as he dragged her from the study, they both went to the room where Annie calmly massaged Godfrey's back.
He had been having periodic backaches mostly due to his posture while he worked, she had told him to be more careful but it was Godfrey, her words never reached him.
After a few moments, Godfrey slept off under the gentle touch of her fingers, with nothing to do she took to arranging his messed up study, she brought out all the books and files, arranged them by the year in an ethical order.
After which she decided to get some shit eye and took the room besides Godfrey's where she slept off.
***
Godfrey stretched himself out as he woke up, indeed he felt light on his feet and everywhere else.
'The damned woman had made him sleep again' he smiled to himself, he always slept off after her massage sessions.
Feeling refreshed he left his room, his entire apartment was clean and tidy, obviously he knew who did it, was he going to appreciate her, Yes.
Was he going to verbally thank her, Never.
He strode into his study hoping to see if he could think of something or anything for his next book, he felt a little stunned as he entered his study.
Never had it been so neat since after he had bought the apartment, he checked the files, papers, notes, every one of them was well arranged.
But something caught his eye, at the far end of the arranged documents was a boon he thought he would never see again, or rather the first book he had ever written but never completed.
"Shadows of Self" he whispered under his breath.
Feeling a certain pull towards the book, he took it and began filling through the pages, indeed it was as he had remembered, he sat on his chair and decided to read the book once more.
"For old times sake" he said to himself as he was filled with nostalgia.
He licked his finger and opened the first page, as he did so, a wicked smile drew across his face whilst he read the first words.
"It's a damned stormy night and I hate storms".