Her dreams had similarities except for the location. Jennifer energetically walked past rows of tan lockers. She was in her old high school and knew the girls bathroom was next to the auditorium. The door was boarded up. Out of order the plain writing said. Damn, I really have to pee. Why does this always happen? She continued the search and found herself at the county fairgrounds. Ugly green port-a-potties were lined up near the cow barns. Jennifer stared aghast. Multitudes of women with impatient faces waiting their turn. Did they have to piss as bad as she? Jenn considered cutting in line, her bladder screaming for relief.
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Mid-morning rays of sunlight crept past billowing curtains into Jennifer's quiet bedroom. She stirred groggily. Half-open eyes glanced at the red digital numbers on the nightstand. 10:00. Damn, I really have to pee. This is Saturday and I'd love to just lay-in-bed-for-another-five-minutes, okay? She hit the snooze button on her inner faucet. That worked but the dry mouth demanded attention also. Jennifer grabbed the bottle of Poland Springs from the nightstand and gulped greedily.
Flashes from last night came into focus. Oh shit, did Denise and I drink all that wine? Whew. The movie was hilarious. Almost hurt from so much laughter. I tucked her in. Poor girl was history from the tiring week. I really wanted to make love too. Oh well.
Jennifer took another long pull on the water and reached for the handy bong and lighter. Denise always had the best reefer to share. The cannabis was sweet and powerful and it filled her lungs. The buzz was instantaneous and Jenn's head plopped back onto the pillow. She lightly dozed absorbing the peace and quiet from nowhere to go.
The spider moved across Jennifer's abdomen and tickled her panties. Hello and good morning Jenn, we need to tinkle the voice whined. She stretched like a cat, yawned loudly and smirked rebelliously sinking down into the cozy bed. Not yet Jennifer giggled.
