Fullmetal BFMV

When Jill woke up, the bedroom was plunged in the yellowish darkness of the city's night. She was alone on the bed.

She stood up and glanced at the red LEDs of her alarm clock. Six thirty-two, less than half an hour before the alarm would go off.

She grabbed her phone. Nothing.

She put on a fresh pair of panties and stepped in the living room. No one.

Well, it was fun while it lasted, Jill thought, but I guess you have better things to do than stay with longer than you need.

With a bit of désappointement in her heart, she paced to the coffee machine, clinging to the core memory she made last night.

The machine began to roar, and a black thick liquid began to drip down from it. Hmmm, morning coffee.