Yes, I know that drunken one-night stands happen. Yes, I know that getting black-out drunk is always a bad idea. Bye!” She said that in a cheery, normal, not-hungover-at-all voice and walked out the door. She smiled, kissed me quickly on the lips, and said,”That was fun, but I gotta head out this morning. On the floor were two used condoms that I do not remember even having on.
She was on the edge of the bed getting dressed. I woke up in the morning, confused, face down, and naked.
I just remember a series of images that do not seem real. I don’t remember details and have no sense of the time involved, what was said, what anything felt like, or even what I did during those images.