She awoke on the living room floor in front of the fire, it was noon, thank heaven for small favors. She could hear Pete in the kitchen, probably clean up from last night.
"OH God, last night, please make it a dream, I really did not do ALL of that did I?" she said to herself.
Pete, hearing her movements in the living room, knowing she will have pangs of guilt, he went to her and slid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"Good morning, love," as he kisses her forehead.
"Did I really?" with apprehension she asks.
"You mean turn into a combination of Wonder Woman and Wild Woman? Yes," he smiled.
"Holy Fuck" was all she could say.
"Don't fret my love, all is good, I love you more than I did yesterday," as he kissed her forehead again.
"But," she started.
"No, buts, you really enjoyed yourself, you expressed yourself and all is good," he supported.
"Really," she said
"Really," he replied.
"Did I do all the things I think I did'? she asked.
"Well let me put it this way, the highlight reel would put to shame the top moments in the past 50 Super Bowls, you were amazing," he replied.
"You're not mad," she asked.
"Babe, I love you for being yourself be it Wonder Woman, Wonder Mom, Wonder Writer, or Wild Woman. We are cool," he whispered.
All she could do is hug him, bit her lip hoping she would not start crying tears of joy.
"I really, like it, is that okay?" she asked.