The Night - Original Writing Essay
Hal rubbed at his eyes in an attempt to clear his vision before tapping absently at his temples. He didn’t remember removing his glasses.
The blanket fell to his lap as he sat up quickly and looked around the room. His glasses sat folded next to his computer, last night’s cups were gone, and if it weren’t for the neatly folded towel sitting on the kitchen counter he might have thought he imagined the entire affair.
Replacing his glasses to his face as he stood, Hal took a few cautious steps forward. Maybe Dave had simply excused himself to the bathroom? But no, the door was open. Hal was in fact, alone, two empty mugs looking up at him from the sink like a pair of questioning eyes.
Had it been a mistake to ask Dave inside? Had he made things awkward between the two of them? Hal had been enjoying his job well enough, but over the past several weeks he 'd come to look forward to his visits. Picking out titles, making suggestions, refining…