I hadn't noticed that I fell asleep in my binder.
In case you weren't aware, falling asleep in your binder is an awful mistake to make.
The next morning I woke up and peeled Brian's arms off of me.
He was still sleeping peacefully.
I went to his bathroom and practically tore my shirt off.
I threw it on the floor and took off my binder.
I looked in the mirror to take a look at the damage. I put my arm over my chest and inspected my sides.
My word.
Usually I would be smart enough to take off my binder before I go to sleep.
But I cant let Brian find out.
I flinched and winced when I touched the bruise on my left side where I had been laying.
I hissed in pain and felt tears prick my eyes.
I put my shirt back on and sunk down to the floor with shame.
I cried. I cried hard.
I had stopped crying when I heard footsteps and a knock at the door.
"John, you've been in there for a long time, are you alright dear?"
"Mmyeah I'm go-good!"
"You sure?"
"Yep! I'll be out i-in a se-second."
"...alright then."
Once the coast was clear I stood up, binder in hand and looked in the mirror one last time.
Fool.
By the way, I've done this before.... Not a nice experience
-h
