...Of My Dreams

By Chance

Come to me, the air whispered.

Lamar's eyes crept open from an incessant throbbing caused by last night's debacle. Although the pain alone was enough to beckon him from his slumber, he could've sworn he heard someone call for him. He scanned for the suspect to no avail, however in the process learned he wasnt at home.

Where am I, he thought to himself. He searched for clues in the vicinity, but didn't discover much aside from the homeowners eye for matching decor. Suddenly, he heard someone rummaging about in a nearby room. He could distinguish rushing water and pots clinking about. The couch he had crashed on didn't have a line of sight to the kitchen. Instead, he propped up only to realize he was partially disrobed. His shirt and pants were missing without any knowledge of their whereabouts.

He gathered the blanket and wrapped it around himself like a cocoon. After becoming somewhat decent, he made his way to the hallway leading to the kitchen. As he turned the corner, he discovered Rayna filling a coffee pot with water.

"Um, good morning," he uttered, drawing her attention with a jolt.

"Oh hey, you snuck up on me. Good morning," she said, returning to her former task as if everything was normal. Lamar wasn't sure how to proceed, unsure of what took place during his blackout.

"So, you wanna discuss the elephant in the room?"

"Don't give yourself too much credit."

He paused from confusion for a moment; it soon donned on him what she was insinuating.

"No! That's not what I meant! Wait, how would you know either way?" he shouted, clutching the covers tighter from feeling slightly violated.

"Lamar, relax it was a joke. I didn't take a peek of you while you were sleep. What type of girl do you take me for?"

"Well, I am half naked. So that would arouse slight suspicion."

"Oh wow. You really think I'm some kind of psycho. Well no, after you passed out you were in no condition to drive home. So I drove us here and managed to help your half conscious body into the building."

Lamar began to recall the chain of events as she progressed. His embarrassment grew in response as the story continued.

"As soon as we got in you staggered to the bathroom to puke. However, you managed to get more of it on yourself than in the toilet. There was no way I would let you sleep on my leather sectional in that condition. So, I struggled for half an hour to wrestle off your soiled clothes and place you on the couch. So there, that's why your scrawny ass is half naked. Cause you're a grown ass man who can't hold his liquor."

"Oh, okay, my bad," he grumbled, realizing his absurdity was misplaced.

She glared at him briefly, before rolling her eyes and continuing her morning ritual. As he lingered in the doorway, he began to wonder what his next move would be. He felt that he had embarrassed himself enough for one day, so it would be in his best interest to retreat.

"Hey, if it's cool with you I think I'm going to head out," he said.

"Already? Sure you dont want to make more accusations before you go?"

"Nah, I've taken up enough of your time. You've been very hospitable."

"Oh really? Don't mention it. All things considered, I had fun," she affirmed.

"Me too, thanks for...well, everything."

"No problem...I laid your clothes out on a chair by the doorway. The door will lock itself whenever you head out."