HeartFelt Promos – Professionals with Heart

Night Creatures with Celis T. Rono

"Oooh lord." Terry Meyers Wilkerson, let out a long slow moan. Sucking in a deep breath, she gingerly slid the pillow over her head, hoping to block the glare of the early morning sunlight shining through the bedroom window. "Oh crap." She whispered and cringed from the echo of what seemed to be an unbelievably loud and constant drip-drip of water that leaked from the showerhead in the adjacent bathroom. Shifting slightly she finally noticed the arm thrown across her left shoulder and the leg across her left hip. She groaned pushing the arm and leg away as she rolled on to her back and pushed her hair from her face. Her head was pounding and her mouth was as dry as sand and tasted like she had licked something so revolting it couldn’t be identified. The margaritas. Groaning again, she tried to burrow her way into the mattress.