Are You Going Around The Twist?

I blink my eyes open, my white polyester button up the only thing on me. Cold, sweaty, white sheets over my body and a man holding me with one arm around my waist, asleep. I wiggle out of the man's grip and pull my legs out of the sheets, to my chest, reaching my hands up to rub my eyes. I notice my underwear on the ground beside me. I jump off the side of the bed and quickly bend down, pick them up and put them on, now searching for the rest of my belongings. Lucky he got lazy and only bothered to take my pants and underwear off, I looked near the door of the small hotel room, as expected my black jeans lay there untouched the whole night. Good he didn't take anything I thought.