It’s morning, and the memories of last night haven’t come into focus quite yet. The ceiling is the first thing that I see as my eyes open, and it still appears to be the way that I left it—but something seems different …
I’m not alone.
Think Fly Guy… what happened last night?
Ok, let’s see. My closest female friend, Megan, was trying to keep her mind off another relationship gone awry. So being the great friend that I am, I stepped up to keep her mind off the pain. I mean, that is what friends do right?
So I cooked her dinner, popped in a movie (The Last Dragon), and made sure that I provided her an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on. But somewhere along the line, things took a sharp left. I’m not sure if it was the drinks, or just the comforting feeling of having someone care in a sincere manner; but as she lay on my shoulder, she began to kiss my neck.
What the hell is she doing? (It feels good though.)
I know better than to respond to this, but I do. (Hey, I’m only human, and the weak side of my brain is leading the way.) Before I know it, I’m picking her up and carrying her to the bedroom.
So here I lay—with her beside me.
I wonder if she’s awake? I wonder if she’s embarrassed by what happened? But more importantly, I wonder if things are about to get weird between us?
I’m sure we aren’t the first friends to slip up and sleep together. And as lonely as this world can get at times, I’m pretty sure we won’t be the last. But while I ……… wait ………… I think she’s waking up.