Describe an uninvited guests arrival to your house

The peace of my night was broken by the slamming of the door. I curled up on the sofa, warmed my hands with a cup of chamomile tea and immersed myself in a fascinating novel. Thinking there was no audience, I frowned and put the book down. When I looked at the anus, my heart beat faster; It was Bernard. The last person I want to see. We haven't spoken for months, and reaching a mutual agreement of silence after hard work brings us closer to each other. I feel nauseous. There is no doubt that he has a big smile on his face

I opened the door with a smile on my face. "Bernard, I wonder! Why are you here?" I thought I'd come and say hello! It's been a long time and you know how it is

Panic spread through me. There is nothing in my fridge other than the chamomile tea I mentioned above and last week's leftover milk. “Actually, Bernard, I'm getting out of the way…” My voice trailed off in disbelief. "Shock! Rest and talk. How is the new project going?"

We don't talk because of the project he mentioned. I pretended to forget, saying it was "top secret." The lie seemed odd, but it was a form of self-preservation. Bernard told me stories about his new job; each explanation was told with a smile, uttered awkwardly in the small space. I glanced at the clock, hoping the hands would move faster. He stretched and yawned dramatically, announcing his departure.

When I walked him out the door, a wave of relief washed over me and made me dizzy. As the door closed, I leaned back and took a deep breath. Undoubtedly, my peace of mind was disturbed, but this ordeal reminded me not to underestimate the power of an exile.