After hitting snooze on my alarm twice, I finally manage to pry myself out of bed feeling groggy and emotionally wrung out from the intensity of my dreaming. I shuffle to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my blotchy face, grimacing at my puffy, bloodshot eyes and tangled bedhead in the mirror's reflection. So much for looking like a radiant blushing bride this morning.
As the lingering tendrils of that erotic fantasy fade, the harsh truth of my current predicament comes crashing back in full force. My dad is leaving me alone for half a year or more to deal with some big business venture in Europe. And here I am just a scared seventeen year old girl expected to somehow keep it together without any real guidance or authority figure around.
Not to mention the fact that I've apparent
