pistanthrophobia | mgc

Clinomania.

Clinomania (n.) - the excessive desire to stay in bed.

When Luna woke up that morning, there was no pounding in her head as you might have expected. She was quite aware of her surroundings. She knew exactly where she was, and who she was with. She was surprisingly quite comfortable in the bed. She wished she was at home, so she could stay in her own bed for as long as she desired. However, there was one thing exceptionally clear in her mind. She needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

While Michael was in the shower, Luna looked over the edge of the bed and located everything, except for her bra. That was the one, and probably most essential article, she just couldn't see. Climbing out from underneath the cotton sheets, she looked towards the door of the cheap hotel's en-suite. Steam rolled out from the threshold and she could hear the faint sound of the water from the shower hitting the ground.

She worked quickly, pulling up her underwear and dress before pushing her arms through the sleeves of her leather jacket. Looking down at her arms, she felt her heart restrict in her chest. "It's okay, you're safe", she told herself. The sound of the shower shutting off snapped her from her thoughts. Working fast, she slipped her heels on her feet and grabbed her bag, running towards the door.

Michael walked out of the bathroom, his hair damp and a towel loosely hanging from his waist. Droplets of water glittered his chest, and his hands and feet were red from the heat of the water. Walking over to his suitcase laying idle at the side of the room, Michael flipped it open and grabbed the first shirt he found. In the moments between pulling the shirt over his head and down his body, Luna managed to escape through the door of the hotel room. She ran down the hallway towards the elevator, needing to get away as fast as she possibly could.

With underwear and socks now decorating his body, Michael turned around to look for his sweatpants, which he knew he left near the nightstand. He was wearing them before they went out, he was sure of it. One thing however caught his eye. His bed was empty.

Shrugging to himself, Michael thought nothing of it. It would've been more embarrassing if he had to kick the chick out, let's be honest here. It was always the same for Michael. If he could get a quick morning round out of the girls he brought back, even better. If not, they were useless to him and had to leave.

When Michael finally managed to find his sweatpants, he pulled them on along with a pair of converse. Michael decided to head down for some breakfast. Good sex could really work up an appetite. When Michael reached the end of the hallway, he could see the elevator was already on its way down to the ground floor. He cursed himself for not getting ready faster, and he pushed the button.

Luna stood nervous in the back of the elevator, brushing her hair through with her fingers. The only other people in the elevator with her was a tall boy with a blonde quiff and a tall girl, who wasn't quite as tall as the boy, but still taller than Luna. Luna thought the pair looked vaguely familiar. The girl had black hair and was wearing a pair of jeans and a raglan shirt. Luna instantly envied her, but she had no idea why. Maybe it was the way the blonde boy with the quiff watched her from the corner of his eye. Luna longed to feel a connection like that. A ding sounded, causing Luna to look up at the door. The light for the seventh floor lit up. The floor Luna has just ran from. When the elevator finally reached the ground floor, Luna kept her head low and weaved her way through the crowd of people, escaping from the hotel.