Cayaana woke up to the sounds of a woman screaming. The sound went on for another minute before a man ran in and started shaking her. Only then did she realize the screams had been coming from her lips.

She opened her eyes to darkness. They say when one of your senses is weakened, the rest are heightened extensively. Although she saw nothing, she sensed a body, probably a man, standing next to her, though his actions suggested he thought she knew nothing of him, and, for the time being, wanted it to stay that way.

She closed her eyes, they weren’t helping her anyway, opened her mouth slightly. She tasted the salt of his sweat, felt wet palm prints on her arm where she had been shaken. The air around them was a mixture of her vanilla perfume, and his $3 bathroom cologne.