by admin
The morning when everything has ended. An unfamiliar ceiling, a night you can't remember, and a face beside you that feels both familiar and strange. Fragmented memories of last night surface one by one, mingling shame and excitement. The awkwardness of the morning, and an unexpected second round.
Reconstruction of the previous night through fragmentary memory recovery. The awkwardness and twist of the morning. A realistic depiction of a one-night stand.
A stranger met at a club on Friday night. Waking up in the morning with a blackout from alcohol. Tangled sheets and clothes scattered on the floor. And the person waking up beside her.
Head hurts like it's splitting. Opening her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Only a sheet draped over her body. Looking to the side — a stranger's back. Scratch marks from her nails on his muscular shoulders and waist. What on earth happened last night.
As she looks for her clothes, memories of last night flash back. The club's darkness, whispers in her ear, kisses in the taxi, pressed against the wall at the entrance... The clearer the memories, the more her face flushes. Kiss marks on her neck reflected in the mirror.
"Coffee... want some?" He gets up and heads to the kitchen. Awkward breakfast sitting on bar stools with only a shirt on. As they face each other sipping coffee, seeing those same lips from last night touch the cup makes her heart start racing again.