It’s cozy and warm. The smell of Ben’s soap mixed with the lingering aroma of his cologne fills my nose, the scent making me feel light headed in a better way than I probably should feel this morning after drinking so much yesterday. I know better than to let myself be overwhelmed by other’s opinions of me and I can’t help be feel a little ashamed that I let Don get to me so easily.
Opening my eyes, I realize the curtains are drawn over the windows, leaving the room in relative darkness. I’m alone in the bed, and I sigh and stretch, taking inventory of myself. My stomach feels a little like I swallowed a handful of nails, and my head was apparently put in a vice at some point during the night, but overall, I feel functional. Glancing down I find that I’m wearing one of Ben’s t-shirts. A
