Dawn Meadows

Winter Cabin - Part VI (5 of 15)

Added 2022-03-12 15:00:04 +0000 UTC

"H-h-hello? ...Is... Is somebody down there?" Dawn's voice betrayed her own natural timidness heightened by the anxiety of being remote and alone. She padded down the hard wood stairs leading down from the loft into the den. "Hello?" she called again.

Nothing. Just the crackle of the fireplace, and the howling wind sweeping across the drifting snow.

Her emerald eyes went to a baseball bat, leaning in the corner at the base of the stairs. Dawn was not athletic. Dawn didn't watch baseball. It was there for peace of mind. Just in case. Is this the case? Wondered Dawn in her own increasingly anxious mind. Long slender fingers tipped by well manicured vermilion nails wrapped around the cool wood of the bat.

Hefting it up in her too skinny arms, she felt ridiculous. She was wearing a loose fitting scoop necked black cocktail dress that draped over her lithe body leaving very little to the imagination. Wearing a bra was out of the question, and the slit on the side ran so high that control tops and panties had been a bad idea!

But her fashion anxieties were put aside (temporarily) for a more animalistic feeling. Check the front door. Had you locked it before your shower? You always do. But did you this time? Dammit, Dawn! Remember!

Dawn reprimanded herself as she warily crossed the den toward the front of the cabin. Her travel bag caught the corner of her eye. It was sitting on top of the dining table. Shit, I forgot to unpack, she thought with a groan. She tried not to notice the empty bottle of wine on the coffee table in front of the couch. The other bottle of wine. I just needed to... get away. She thought, fighting the internal judgement.

She couldn't fight the feeling like she wasn't alone, and suddenly wished that Becky was here with her. Why do I never listen to her? Dawn's grip on the bat tightened as she crossed the den. Please let the door be locked. Please let the door be locked.