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The Morning After
He woke up feeling like his brain had been stuffed with caterpillars. The really fuzzy kind. Who'd been using his mouth as a toxic waste dump.
She woke up feeling like somebody had beamed her up two inches to the left of where she should be. Which wasn't how she'd have put it.
About five minutes later, they got around to noticing each other. Last night wasn't blank, nor a blur, just unreal, like the memory of a show caught at 3AM in the wasteland channels of cable. Romantic it wasn't.
Now you know why romance novels skip this part.
She woke up feeling like somebody had beamed her up two inches to the left of where she should be. Which wasn't how she'd have put it.
About five minutes later, they got around to noticing each other. Last night wasn't blank, nor a blur, just unreal, like the memory of a show caught at 3AM in the wasteland channels of cable. Romantic it wasn't.
Now you know why romance novels skip this part.