Twisted Truth: Part II(The morning after)

The bed felt different
But ukuthi I was not home
Ukuthi I was in an unknown zone
I did not realise
Until I opened my eyes

Not only was I in a strange bed
I was sleeping naked
This is something I was not used to
And under normal conditions I wouldn’t do

Then my eyes began a quest
To find out whose guest
I was
They started looking around for clues
And behold. . . on the floor. . . My clothes!

I to get up, then tried
But I couldn’t. . . my body was weak and tired
Whatever happened the previous night
Was now starting to give me a fright

Then the door opened
And a lady in a revealing night gown entered
She had on her hands a breakfast tray
Which she put next to me, on the bed
And gave me a kiss on the forehead

“Last night was amazing. . . you were amazing” she started
It was so unlike me
To wake up somewhere other than home
And here I was. . . in some stranger’s bed
And it seems I got laid

“Tell me about last night”
I said shifting my focus from her chest
To the breakfast
“Cause I don’t even remember how I got here. . . ”
I continued. . . avoiding eye contact with her

She took a slice from the tray
And sighed “Okay”
“Do you remember meeting me at the train station?”
She asked
“Did we use protection?”
I replied
As I realised how irresponsible I had been

Originally Composed on (20 September 2006)

Welliam Shezispeare

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