I found myself sitting at the table in the kitchen the next morning, absent mindedly pushing my scrambled eggs around my plate. It had been a long, restless night with my mind replaying the evening's events, whilst my stomach flipped with nerves about the pending meet up with Sean. Finally deciding that I wasn't hungry I got up, scraping the barely eaten food into the bin before rinsing my plate and heading to the living room. It was barely eleven, I felt the mix of anticipation and unease eating me up from inside as I watched the clock hands move round second by second. A few minutes had passed before I jumped up from the couch and headed upstairs.
Walking through my room I pulled a towel from the wardrobe and made my way into my bathroom, pulling off my pyjamas and turning on the shower
