Its not often that I write flash fiction without a prompt, but today I have, what do you think?
The music was barely audible to her, yet each word seemed to invade every organ of her body, and her heart pulsated in such a manner that she thought it was about to explode. She reached an arm over him to switch off the alarm, and held her breath as she did so, being extra careful not to wake him.
Gently, she lifted the bed covers and sidled out until she was sat on the floor beside the bed, avoiding creating a draught beneath the covers that might cause him to stir.
She moved onto her knees and crawled on all fours towards the door, sitting back on her haunches, she reached up to tease the door open. The handle was old, having never been changed since they had moved in on their wedding night and it squeaked under the tension. Her eyes darted towards the bed and the man that lie there, he moved and her body tensed as she bit down on her lip, he let out a grunt and shifted his position as she pulled the door. She only opened the door wide enough so that she could shimmy through with minimal disturbance to the sleeping hulk on their marital bed.
She daren’t risk waking him up by closing the door and so she left the door ajar and crept along the hallway to the stairs. She walked delicately along the edge of the floor boards to avoid causing them to creak, something she had been practising whilst he was at work, and when she reached the stairs she glanced at the door. Each stair would be taken one by one, drawing in a long breath, she started her descent. Stepping onto the second stair she froze, every hair on her body stood on end, she couldn’t move but her eyes shot to look towards the door, she thought she saw a shadow pass the gap and now wished she had risked closing it. Paused motionless for what seemed like ten minutes, but was more likely thirty seconds, she continued to go down.
Step by step she began to feel more at ease, the end was in sight, and when her feet sank into the deep shag of the carpet she allowed herself to feel a little triumphant. Safe in the comfort of her cornfield gold carpet she headed towards the front door, slipping her feet into the shoes she had left there the night before and pulling on her rain coat, she took the keys from the hook and left the house.
I have two scenarios in my head of why she is leaving the house and I couldn't decide between them and thus ended it where I did.