THE MORNING AFTER

Well, at least, by the time I woke up (11:45?)

Waking up in a strange room is generally a sign of previous bad judgment, particularly when you can't find your clothes...

Ok, ok, ok, who was I with last night? Can't remember. It all felt like a dream. It all felt so nostalgic. My head feels heavy. Maybe last night, I had a drink. or two. or twelve. Meh... probably best to just forget about it.

It was almost noon, but the room was dark because the curtains were drawn. I wanted to go back to bed and consider this a problem when it comes. I slumped back in the bed and tried to look for anything that looked like it belonged to me.

My phone. Alright. Finally. There was a message. I read it and it struck me. There was no party last night. There was no drinking. There WAS a someone and that's why my head was heavy.

Funny. Last night, I had a dream. When I woke up, it wasn't a dream. Talk about waking up on the wrong side of reality.

It was her. She was talking to me as if nothing had happened, but how come I feel like something did. I replied as I would to her normally. Damn it, she's good. Maybe the gravity of what happened hasn't hit her yet. Still, I'm rather suprised at how I got involved in all of this. One subliminal step at a time.

My head rushed. Three people now and three more in her past. A choice she made between two. One backing off. Darkness. I lied and hid a secret. Her hugging the pillow.What if...? Answer the question. Who was it...?

Waking up in a strange room is generally a sign of previous bad judgment. Someone knocked and called. I recognize that voice. My friend was calling me for lunch.

Crap. My life's full of it. I haven't even posted anything about the LOL Brigade yet.

Damn it.

I scratched my head and looked around the room for my clothes. When the world changes, even your own bedroom becomes a total stranger to you...