Morning sunlight drifted golden and pure through the windows, warming the sheets. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I rolled over, nearly heartbroken to find the bed empty.
Had I dreamed last night?
I climbed out of the bed, stumbling to the shower. I washed my hair and my face, letting the hot water wash away my disappointment. There was something cleansing about water so hot it left red streaks down my skin. I was starting to believe I truly had dreamed everything that I believed had happened last night. This crush was truly getting out of hand.
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a plush white towel. I walked carefully through my apartment, praying for any evidence that my fairytale evening had been real. My dress lay crumpled in a pile in the kitchen, and my spirits lifte
