Cupid’s Mistake - it’s all gone

I woke up the next day. I had a… weird feeling. A good one, but the strength of it was bizarre.

You know that feeling when you know you had a good dream, but you don’t remember any of it? Like, the vibe is there, but the actual details aren’t? That’s how it felt.

I sat up from my bed and looked at the time. It was about thirty minutes before I usually got up. I turned the lamp on and put on my glasses. Grace groaned beside me; I guess I’d woken her up.

“Babe, go back to bed….” She groaned. “I need to sleep before I go to my morning yoga….”

I blinked a few times, trying to remember what had happened. Strong emotions flowed through me, ones I’d never felt before. I was content, but not with what the current situation was; I felt content with a reality that didn’t exist.

“Babe, come on! Turn that light off!”

I looked at Grace in the bed, her face squinting at the light, and I knew what I had to do. I didn’t know why, but I knew that this was necessary.

With a weird shadow of a thought of a gross man in a stained diaper, I told Grace: “I’m breaking up with you.”