How I Met Henry (on hold)

Chapter 11

In the middle of the night, intense paranoia ripped me from my drunken slumber. My eyes snapped open to search the darkness for anything recognizable. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins at an astronomical rate, my pounding heart deafened my own ears, and my intake of oxygen was stifled. My chest was tight from the inability to breathe correctly.

At first, I was too groggy to pinpoint my exact whereabouts. Being yanked from unconsciousness is weird sometimes, and this was definitely one of those times where I had awakened disoriented and without a clue as to what was happening around me. When my frantic eyes finally received the familiar picture of my shadowed cherry wood bedroom decor, I heaved a gigantic sigh of relief. I wasn't in any danger. I was in the safe haven of my own bedroom.

I wasn't sure why I had awakened. I didn't remember having a nightmare. I had probably been dreaming and didn't recall, which was fantastic. I certainly wasn't going to complain. If I had been plagued by a nightmare, I definitely didn't want to remember it.

I smiled as my brain received the warm impression of Henry's naked body against my own. He was nestled against my left side with his arm lazily thrown over my waist, and both of his strong legs were intertwined with mine. If he were any closer, he would be on top of me. At the knowledge of his soothing presence, my body relaxed and began to return to its natural calm state.

Henry's soft snores ruffled through my knotty locks like a delicate breeze on a clear summer day. His snoring was so light, I could barely hear him. I thought it was one of the cutest sounds I had ever heard. His cock firmly pressed into my hip, alerting me to the fact that he was slightly erect. I had come to the conclusion throughout adulthood that all men were half hard while they slept, no matter what.

The weight of Henry's arm on my full bladder made me realize how badly I needed to pee. I wanted to stay where I was and snuggle with him, but all the beer I had consumed earlier in the evening made that impossible. Slipping out from under his comforting mass carefully as to not disturb him, I quietly swung my feet off the bed and onto the floor below. After standing and gaining my balance, I slowly headed to the bathroom. I took my time so I didn't end up in a heap on the floor in the middle of the hallway. I stumbled a few times but managed to stay in an upright position.

Not bothering to shut the bathroom door all the way, I hurriedly sat on the toilet. I didn't care that Henry was right down the hallway in my bedroom. I was oddly serene with the thought of him seeing me pee. I had never felt that way about a man before. I was usually private about what I did in the bathroom, but with Henry, I simply didn't care if he saw anything at all.

I groaned with satisfaction as my bladder began to empty. My urine flow hit the water in the toilet bowl like I hadn't peed in days. It reminded me of a cascading waterfall crashing down onto the rocks below a steep cliff. I was amused until I remembered why I had guzzled so much beer in the first place.

"Fuckin' Philip," I grumbled, rubbing my crusty eyes.

Considering everything I had told Henry earlier that evening, my mood was exceptionally carefree. My mental shut down process had worked relatively well. I was pleased with the overall result. I felt a little unclean, but that was about it. I knew the feeling would eventually fade away.

Maybe I was finally starting to get over my past. I was never sure. I always thought I was until something reminded me of Philip, or I thought I saw him when I was in public. After that, I was right back where I started out all those years ago before I had attempted to fix myself; stuck in a state of uncontrollable panic that never diminished until I moved or eliminated what had caused it in the first place.

Once I finished urinating, I decided to brush my teeth and shower. I knew it was the middle of the night, but I needed to be squeaky clean. Brushing my teeth and washing away the filth seemed to be the only way to accomplish that desire. I knew those things wouldn't completely get rid of the dirty feeling, but they would help.