Laura
I need to find some plot. She can’t just keep bobbing along.
I woke feeling a little groggy, but not as rough as I had the previous Saturday. The thought gave me a start. I opened my eyes and looked around the room; my room. I reached out to the other side of the bed; empty. That was a relief. No toe-curling mistake that I would regret on Monday. I thought back over the night. I could remember the highlights; his fruity-spicy cologne, how surprisingly soft his lips were, the adorable way he moved on the dance floor like he didn’t have the right shape for the moves he was trying to make.
I remembered the soft, delicious kiss at the end of the night. I remember him whispering a confession in my ear; something about his hobbies, maybe? I couldn’t remember. It can’t have been that important. I crawled out of bed and into the shower, letting the hot water steam away the slick layer of city I always imagined clung to my skin after a good night out.
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I woke feeling a little groggy, but not as rough as I had the previous Saturday. The thought gave me a start. I opened my eyes and looked around the room; my room. I reached out to the other side of the bed; empty. That was a relief. No toe-curling mistake that I would regret on Monday. I thought back over the night. I could remember the highlights; his fruity-spicy cologne, how surprisingly soft his lips were, the adorable way he moved on the dance floor like he didn’t have the right shape for the moves he was trying to make.
I remembered the soft, delicious kiss at the end of the night. I remember him whispering a confession in my ear; something about his hobbies, maybe? I couldn’t remember. It can’t have been that important. I crawled out of bed and into the shower, letting the hot water steam away the slick layer of city I always imagined clung to my skin after a good night out.
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