The Morning After

I woke up at my usual hour, feeling surprisingly well rested, but as it happens, not in the usual place. Looks like I passed out at this woman's place. She is nestled on my chest, sweetly snoozing. My arm is wrapped around her and our fingers are interlaced.

I didn't even know I could fall asleep like that. Suddenly I'm very sore from the weight of her body on top of mine. And the pins and needles are definitely starting to prickle all over the places she's laying. I guess the consequences of a job well done? And of course a soul well sated.

I decide to lay here in contemplation with her, accepting my fate and trying as best I can to get comfortable none the less. Who is this woman? Last night was incredible! But will she want to do it again? My mind races with all of the possibilities. And then it hits me, I don't even know her name! Or at least I don't remember it. FFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK

Then the monster beacons. I have to piss like a race horse. Okay, time to maneuver my way out of this, without waking her. Hmm. After grabbing a pillow with my free hand and Indian Jones style swapping it for my body, very slowly, I un-nestle myself from her grasp. I linger near the bed not wanting to leave her. But only for a moment. It's getting bad guys.

Afterwards I decide to make myself coffee. I try to be quiet about it. And seem to succeed. Weirdly her kitchen is organized in a similar fashion to my own and I actually feel pretty at home here, despite it being a completely different space. I decide to not poke around, hopefully there will be time for that in the future. But also, I kind of love the mystery of this woman. I want her to tell me about herself. I don't want to let myself in. I want to enjoy the journey.

As I'm about to finish my coffee, she wakes up. I see her head shoot up off the mattress. I can tell from the kitchen because her apartment is sort of a studio? The bedroom and kitchen are in the same room. But she has separate rooms for an art studio and something else, a long with a bathroom. I would say it's weird, but I literally live the same way. Not that I can say I've ever met someone else who chose this arrangement of furniture and concerns.

"Good morning, would you like some coffee? I made enough for two". I smile and pick up my cup afterwards. "What happened? What are you still doing here? Why are you drinking my coffee?!" She retorts, clearly annoyed.

"Well looks like after, we fell asleep. You were actually cuddling me when I woke up. So I took that as a sign you may want me to stick around. If I'm not welcome I'll go". Her eyes go wide at this and she doesn't know how to respond. Her mouth gaps at all of it. And then she scowls a little. "You should go. But I'm sure that's just because last night wasn't good enough for you." Now it's my turn to be a little shocked. My face shows it. Which softens her mood a little.

"Hey look, I'm happy to stay and talk. But I won't chase you. If you want this, I'll stick around. But I'm not going to do anymore than match your effort." I start to look around for my clothes. She looks panicked but only just a little. It's more like confusion? She isn't sure what to make of me.

"Okay, I mean, fine. Maybe you should just go. But I'm going to worn you now, this is pretty typical for me. If you see me around at that bar, don't be surprised if I take home a different person every night." She looks a little sullen but firm and resolved in her statement.

"Okay, that's cool. I might start hanging around there, though. I hope that's okay?" It seems like a nice place, a cool atmosphere. And if any of the other women that go there are half of the woman you are, I'll be pretty happy. She blushes and smiles a little at this. But it's very slight. If the sunlight wasn't beaming down on her face, I might have missed it. "You can do what you want. I'm not your mistress."

I finish getting on my clothes. "Okay, before I go, can I at least ask your name?" At this question she is shocked. "I never told you my name??" she fires back. "Nope" I retort. "It's Eileenalisa". She looks a little embarrassed as she says this. Then she realizes in horror she doesn't know my name either. I read her expression. "I'm Conrad." I saw with a smile to tell her it's okay.

I make my way to the door and just as I'm about to step outside I hear "Wait." I turn around and she's right in front of me. She stares deep in my eyes, bites her lip and then kisses me long and deep. Then she twirls me around and kicks my ass, pushing me out of the open door. The door slams behind me and I can hear her cackling a little.

What have I gotten myself into?