She glimpsed at the bright Texas sun though the tall, glass windows. She looked down and inspected a soft, white comforter surrounding her. Where am I? She looked around the room, then closed in on the stretched-out man who laid on the floor. His eyes closed, a stubble of light-brown beard beginning to shadow, his mouth slightly open. Adorable. She smiled as she smoothed down her unruly, black hair.
She lifted herself up from the plush sofa and scavenged the floor for her purse. Her shoes laid around his head.
“Aha,” she said quietly and tip-toed over to get her phone. 9:02. f**k f**k f**k! Not again.
She thumbed down the screen to look at the date. Sunday.
She picked up her skirt, then peered at the dirty underwear laying on the floor. Ick. She held her hand up to her mouth and exhale
