We met at the club down on the beach at Fuseta and I invited her back to my place. It had been so hot that August that I’d taken to sleeping out on the roof terrace under the stars. Inside the flat it was baking and airless.
She liked the idea immediately, so we took a couple of drinks up the steps and spent the next couple of hours getting to know each other better.
Something must have wakened me in the night and I noticed that she wasn’t there beside me.
We’d been pretty busy before we dropped off to sleep, so we didn’t get much of a chance to talk.
Otherwise I would have been able to warn her that there was only a low parapet at the edge of the terrace and she would maybe have told me that she walked in her sleep.
Another stab at the Flash Fiction challenge Hot