Unknown Company

The ember on the end of a thin cigarette was the only means of light in the shadowed front lawn of a large Victorian house. The ember was the only evidence to the presence of an unknown stranger. The stranger clung to the shadows clumsily as he moved about the yard. His blood shot eyes, and battle with gravity just signs of the man’s inebriation. His eyes remained fixated on the small pools of light spilling out onto the porch. He remained ever constant, waiting for his signal. The gears in the strangers head where churning, methodically piecing things together in his drunken state. The porch lights had been out for quite some time when suddenly movement took hold of the stranger’s body. Propelling him forward into the night, up the stairs and to the front door. The man lifted the edge of the door matt and fumbled around until he found they key that he knew had to be there. He opened the door slightly; gliding it just fast enough to the point where the hinges wouldn’t make a noise. The stranger had rehearsed these actions in his head many times before. He was inside, standing once again alone in the shadows of the living room. His obsession began to make his heart race, though he had not yet reached the apex of his secret agenda. “Up the stairs, five paces, first door on the left.” His mind walked his body through the process. His meticulous planning was yielding the benefits he had only dreamed of. There he was standing alongside the bed, hunched over his mental fixation. And there she lay, blissfully unaware of her nightly visitor. He looked up and down the curves of her body. Even in sleep with no care taken toward her appearance she was beautiful he thought.
The stranger couldn’t help but notice her breasts. Her night gown plunged just so to reveal the youthful skin of her cleavage. It made his heart beat even faster; he exhaled to compensate for his aroused state. He found his mind racing through every possible sexual outcome that the two of them could share together. Almost all of them nothing more than fantasies. “If she would only listen” he whispered as he began removing his clothing. He neatly piled his clothing on the floor, careful to not wake the beauty that lay before him. He crawled gently into the bed beside her. Doing his best not to stir her into consciousness, he pleaded that she would not take notice to his presence. This was the farthest he had ever made it, his fantasy was playing out perfectly and his experience was almost euphoric. He craned his neck forward in his most bold attempt yet. He pressed his soft lips upon her forehead, locking them into a kiss. And he whispered faintly…. “Goodnight honey.” and the stranger fell asleep beside his wife, delaying the fight of his late night arrival till the next morning.