Waking Up in a Strange Place
Back to the writing and as always thanks for keeping up with the series.
Ever get that waking up in a strange place feeling? I woke up groggy to a poster of some punk band and a body next to me breathing. It takes me a second to realize that I'm still at Katy's place and she's still asleep. She's facing away from me and still naked from our fuck fest earlier. It slams into me like a train that I have no clue what time it is and I still haven't been home yet. I lurch out of bed and scramble for my pants and get my phone out, only been here 2 hours. One text, its Liz asking where the hell I am.
I pull myself all the way out of bed to hear Katy stirring from the bed; I pull my jeans on and head to the rest of the trailer to find the bathroom. As soon as I get into the kitchen living room area and am greeted by an older woman in maybe her late thirties, shoulder length brown hair, curvy but in the slightly overweight or out of shape category with nothing on but a bathrobe and some ugly slippers.
"Well who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my home," the woman asks me with a lit cigarette in her mouth.
"I'm Guy, I'm here with Katy and I need to find the bathroom," I reply wishing I had remembered a shirt.
She looks me up and down and points to THE END
Ever get that waking up in a strange place feeling? I woke up groggy to a poster of some punk band and a body next to me breathing. It takes me a second to realize that I'm still at Katy's place and she's still asleep. She's facing away from me and still naked from our fuck fest earlier. It slams into me like a train that I have no clue what time it is and I still haven't been home yet. I lurch out of bed and scramble for my pants and get my phone out, only been here 2 hours. One text, its Liz asking where the hell I am.
I pull myself all the way out of bed to hear Katy stirring from the bed; I pull my jeans on and head to the rest of the trailer to find the bathroom. As soon as I get into the kitchen living room area and am greeted by an older woman in maybe her late thirties, shoulder length brown hair, curvy but in the slightly overweight or out of shape category with nothing on but a bathrobe and some ugly slippers.
"Well who the fuck are you and what the fuck are you doing in my home," the woman asks me with a lit cigarette in her mouth.
"I'm Guy, I'm here with Katy and I need to find the bathroom," I reply wishing I had remembered a shirt.
She looks me up and down and points to THE END
