Sean stepped up around the corner and to his door, still astounded by the reflection of the sparkling water at night. A little blanket was put on a chair outside the front door. There was a letter with a lousy drawing and a box beside it. He picked up the letter opening it.
"Sean, I'm sorry I didn't get to spend the afternoon with you. Sweets from the best bakery in town are here. I know you like strawberries because your grandma always used them in baking when you were little. There are three strawberry pies and two strawberry cakes in the box. I hope they'll still be warm when you get here. I got them around 8pm . Most people spend a long time with Elijah. Take some time off. At nine in the morning, I'll be there to guide you to your court hearing. Your guardian angel is there for you. Samantha."
Sean closes the card, smelling a sweet scent from the box and blanket. The quaint medievalist room was how he left it, and his bed was neatly made.
Taking off his suit, he stepped into the shower turned the water on medium-hot. Tabatha, I love you, sweetie. Leaning on the shower wall, he tried to recall what had happened before he came to this new realm. It's all hazy! I don't remember a thing.
Taking a bar of soap, he was greeted with a pine-scented shower. For the first time since arriving, he was able to take a long shower, which allowed him the opportunity to pause and reflect.
Some of it is coming back. The night I was going to propose, I took her to a restaurant. That hibachi place was amazing. I remember her long black hair and pink-painted fingernails. She smelled like fine wine on a Sunday afternoon.Her touch sent my body into a frenzy. Before asking the question, I went to the restroom to calm myself. His thinking became hazy as he bathed his body with fresh pine soap.
After turning off the water, he grabbed a white robe that hung it in the restroom's rear corner. He stepped out and headed straight to his bed, where he lay down. "I don't believe I have the energy to put on my pajamas," he reasoned.
"Tabatha," he said, Sean felt the world around him go black.
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.
"Is he still sleeping? I still can't believe it." Samantha opened the door to see Sean in his white robe stretched out on the bed. When he's asleep, he's adorable. She rested her right fist on her neck, leaning to the right.
Walking over, she leaned over and looked at him. "Wake up, Sean," she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"What?" Sean leaped up, punching Samantha in the face.
Samantha sat there smiling at him. "I've seen you fall asleep and not set your alarm clock several times. I figured you'd fall asleep, so I came over sooner. I don't feel terrible about you striking me in the face. I feel a little bad for waking you up, but here we are." She rubbed her right cheek where Sean's fist landed. It didn't hurt! "We have around thirty minutes until you have to appear in court. You won't be wearing the outfit you were wearing the other day, and this is what you'll be wearing."
Sean's eyes rubbed together. Tabatha remained in his thoughts. "Sorry I punched you. I think I should get up and do my hair." Sean stood up slowly and proceeded to the bathroom to fix his hair.
He jumped in the shower, put on a shower cap, and washed his whole body in three minutes. He quickly wiped himself off and placed his arms outside the corridor. "Would you mind tossing me what you want me to wear?"
"I pulled it out of the box for you," Samantha said. She approached Sean, turned her back on him, and gave him the clothes he'd be wearing for the next several hours. "I hope you like it. I chose it just for you, and it's from a previous event you attended."
Sean took a glance at his clothes. It was the same outfit he was wearing when he died. Blue pants, pink shirt, blue tie, and blue sports coat. "This is perhaps the most expensive outfit I've ever purchased back on Earth. I recall going to the department shop early in the morning since I'm a procrastinator, and an amiable lady assisted me in figuring out how to wow her."
Samantha sighed. "I know you miss her, and we're going to court. Make an effort to convey your emotions. They'll want to know what you're up to. I can't give you too many tips since you're the one on trial, not me, but I'm sure you'll do fine. Are you almost ready?"
There was another small box outside, waiting for Sean to open.
I need shoes and socks. I suppose I can put on the ones I wore the other day. Sean began to stroll closer to the bed, looking at his somewhat muddy shoes from the events of the day before, which were highly scented with musk. Sean nosed flared, walking out of the bedroom.
Samantha stood up, a broad smile gracing her face. She handed Sean a white box with a bow on it.
Sean took a package, and to his astonishment, it contained a pair of brown shoes and blue socks. The loafers were identical to the ones he had purchased the day of his proposal to Tabatha, and they had a certain radiance about them.
"I had the greatest shoemaker craft them and apply his special polish for you. They were a touch pricey, but it was okay." Samantha smiled as she clasped her hands together and rested her head on them, staring at Sean, who was almost in tears.