August 12, 2010
I wonder if, the night before, I prefaced my acceptance of wine with the information that I'm a lightweight. Apparently one glass turned into two and two into however many resulted in my awakening in an unfamiliar apartment. Light filters into the bedroom through two windows crammed with multi-colored bottles, a mosaic effect impossible in my own cave-like space. I reach under the blanket for the guy responsible for bringing me here and move closer to wrap around him. My hand finds a warm mound of smooth flesh where I was expecting furry flatness. I hope my gasp isn't audible.