Who Is She?

It was a rainy night 

I was enjoying with my cappuccino

Drops of a splash of water Falling on the windowsill

Kept on ceased to exist I unblocked the window blind

To focus on outside happenings Under the beam of avenue light

A gentlewoman was walking straightly Towards my villa in wet fit-outs

Bewilderment engulfed 

A knock on the door broke my bafflement

Next movement I opened the door with gaping

She dropped in And supplicated for bedtime halt

Alluring winsomeness of her physique

Won't allow staring others

 I could not brush off her solicitation

And concurred She appareled with mine by took off The drenched one and slept on the same Bed without hesitation

The beaming of morning sun rays which settled through the window woke me up

My eyes rummaged around at once No sign of the mistress within vicinity I found all the doors were closed intact inside the villa

I searched all over

 My wild-goose chase did not prove efficacious Ruminations heaved rapidly in the brain

Who was she?

How she had gone outside?

Was her coming into the alcove not real?

Was it a dream or an illusion?

So many questions were whirling in my Mind but I have no solved answers