All Things In Good Time

Katherine’s eyes cracked wide open just as the early morning sun peered through the window of her bedroom. She found herself alone in her queen-sized bed with the quilt kicked off and the only things remaining on the bed were the flannel sheets. Thoughts raced through her head of what actually happened to her in the early morning hours. It had to be a bad dream. It was just a bad dream that manifested itself with everything that had transpired in the last 24-hours.

With some hesitation, Katherine took inventory of herself and her surroundings; the Minnesota Hockey t-shirt she wore to bed was still on and there was no sign of an overnight guest. All very good signs that everything was normal. She grabbed her phone from the bedside table and checked for any missed text messages or emails. There were none, another good sign.

Everything was pointing in the direction of a linguine and clams sauce and Pinot Grigio induced bad dream. Confident in the fact that it was all just a dream; a sweaty, noisy, earth-shattering sex dream, Katherine hoped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. And that was when she saw it. The reality of what she thought was just a dream come crashing down at the sight of the empty condom wrapper on her bathroom sink. Katherine stared at the gold package and then silently screamed at the top of her lungs. It wasn’t a dream. She slept with James Neal, again.

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