Monday, 25th September
Screaming, I jumped out of bed.
My heart was racing. Everything felt sticky.
I was incredibly sweaty.
I didn't want to go back to sleep after what happened, so I didn't take any sleeping pills and went for some fresh air outside.
I didn't need to wear a jacket, I was too hot.
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I unsteadily walk through the roads.
Walking, walking, walking.
And I don't stop.
Walking turns into jogging.
Jogging turns into sprinting.
And sprinting turns into bumping into someone.
I ran into a hard wall of abs before bouncing off.
"Watch where you're going!"
"Sorry," I look up and see, "Mike?!"
"Who are you?" He asks.
"I slept with you and you dropped me off. It was a few days ago."
"Ah. What are you doing here? It's three a.m. It's unsafe for you to be out here."
"I needed fresh air. What's your excuse?"
He sighs, "Idiotic friends who dragged and then ditched."
I laugh at him. What an idiot!
"Shoulda brought your lambo."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Calm down." I reprimand, "it's a joke."
He stares at me before asking:
"Do you want me to walk you back home?"
"Okay, then."
Mike is so
N I C E .
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