When I woke up the next morning, I instantly recognized a few things. One, I had a terrible headache, and a really serious case of morning breath. Two, a pair of boxers was lying neatly folded on the other side of the bed. Three, Noah was not here anymore, but I was pretty sure that he had stayed the night. As far as I recalled in my alcohol-ridden mind, was that he had fallen asleep next to me. His breathing had calmed down, and his head had fallen to the side. He looked like a teddy bear in his sleep. So sweet and innocent, that it was almost impossible to not pull him in for a hug. It was too late to send him home then, so I just turned off the TV, closed my eyes and drifted off.
As every young person in the morning, the first thing I did was check my phone. I instantly felt a pang of guilt in my stomach. Anthony! He had written a long heart-felt message in which he apologized for our unnecessary fight. That he did not have any fun at that party last night, because he felt too guilty about our fight. And here I was, waking up in an empty bed with used boxer briefs of another man right next to me. That felt horribly wrong.
However, this was not the way I wanted to start off my day. So I put on some Britney Spears - she always gets me in the mood - took a quick shower, and danced around in my underwear. Then I went into the kitchen, only to find a sealed bag full of fresh bagels and mini cream cheese packets on my kitchen counter. That was... surprising. Right next to it was a note, saying (it took me quite a while to decipher it because his handwriting was horrendous): "I didn't mean to sneak out like that, but I had somewhere to be. Plus, you looked like you needed to sleep it off a bit longer (right next to it was a sleeping emoji with drool coming out if its mouth - I guess that was supposed to be a caricature of my sleeping self). P.S.: You should buy some groceries, pickles and Ketchup don't make for the best diet. Enjoy the bagels!!!"
I chuckled, because it was true. I should have some food at home, but ordering in was just so much easier and fun. I know, I know, I am lazy as hell. Sue me. After I finished my Bagel I went and cleaned up my appartment. I know it might sound weird, but that is one thing that really helps me with my hangovers.
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