My heavy eyelids opened slowly to unfamiliar shadows lit by a light left on in the next room. Looking around as if through a morning-after haze, I was surprised to come to the realization that this was NOT my bedroom...and I was NOT alone! My thoughts raced through the tangled circuitry in my brain in a futile effort to recall whatever circumstances had led me to this king size bed. At the same time, I found my now fully opened eyes staring down in wonder at the unfortunately unknown sleeper lying blissfully beside me. She couldn't have been much older than twenty—a bit thin with long auburn hair spread out unmussed like a pillow framing the face of a wonderful, forgotten dream.
With each passing moment, the fog cleared but memory still eluded me. My pulse rate was working itself into a frenzy. Clearly, I had spent the night with this lovely young woman but who was she? I had to have met her somewhere but where? A party? A bar? The last thing I remembered was sitting down to watch the eleven o'clock news last night...or was it last night? Who knows how many hours, days or even weeks I'd forgotten? God, why can't I remember?
What would I say when she woke up? What would I do? What DID I do? A quick glance beneath the silky smooth sheet confirmed what I already knew—I was stark naked and so was she. I glimpsed a compact but firm breast with a tiny mole just beneath its dark nipple. I glimpsed it again in my mind a moment later as its owner continued to sleep peacefully.
