this morning #1722.
this morning, when i opened my eyes, a wave of confusion washed over me. i was surrounded by 70’s style wood panel walls covered with creepy blacklight posters. WTF?!!! whose room is this? whose bed is this? how’d i get here? i lifted up the sheets. peeked underneath. jesus. where are my clothes? i heard rumblings coming from the other room. wait…is that my lady? located my phone & began typing out a text to her. then i paused. last i recall, we were out at the bar. what if something horrible happened between us & it led to me being here alone? no. i’d remember if we’d had a fight. right? yikes. let me find my clothes first. i stood up & right as i did, she burst in. “WHOA. throw some clothes on, dude.” i let out a sigh of relief.