Confusion in the Morning Light

Thomas woke with the bright yellow light of morning as it pierced through the curtains of his bedroom. He felt hazy and hung over, but without the headache, though there was a dull throb behind his ears. He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand and it was well into the morning. The sheets were a mess, but he was alone.

After a quick shower, Thomas tried to shake the cobwebs from the night before. It was another weird sex dream about Aubrey. Or at least it’s what he had to believe. He barely remembered coming home, but he remembered cookies or maybe that was part of the dream?

As he walked down the hall he could remember that day with Rachel. It was a memory he always had when he walked down the hall, especially around the holidays. He smiled to himself as he knew that memory was real and maybe his dream had blended with it last night. He was at least thankful that Rachel had been in his dreams, despite Aubrey also being there in the end.

Walking into the kitchen was different though. There was an empty bottle of beer on the counter that he didn’t quite remember. He tried to recall his drive home again, but it felt fuzzy. And then he remembered the parking garage and Aubrey.

He started to feel sick to his stomach. She had sucked his cock in the car on the way home… to HIS home. They ordered pizza and had a couple of beers.

No, that was the wrong order.

They came inside after the drive. They were all over each other. It was dark, but Thomas could remember the desire he had for her. It was raw and powerful.

He ripped at her dress.

He remembered the dark brass buttons flying from the thin mint-colored dress she wore.

And then… and then she was on the counter of the kitchen island.

Thomas shook his head and splashed his face with some water from the sink. As he tried to remember it seemed like the memories were fading, just like a dream. He tried to hold onto them, but he wasn’t sure if he should.

He checked the recycle bin for the other bottle, but there was nothing there. He remembered her standing opposite of him around the island sipping on a beer, but she was naked. They were both naked, having just fucked, but it was afterwards, later in the night.

He could only see flashes of her body intertwined with his. He had chased her up the stairs, but that was Rachel and not Aubrey. That was a memory. Something real. Last night…?

He checked the fridge for the pizza and found the box. A few slices were gone, but that could’ve been him or him and Aubrey. He tried to remember if she ate, but when he focused on trying to remember all he could see were her lips wrapped around his cock.

He raced upstairs and saw no signs of Aubrey. No long brown hairs in the sink or shower, only the one wet towel he had used the night before and that morning... or so he thought.

He started to wonder if he was having a nervous breakdown as he staggered down the stairs and back into the kitchen. He slumped down the side of the kitchen island and sat on the floor. His phone buzzed on the counter above him. When he unlocked it he saw a message from Rachel. He opened it and saw it was a video file.

He smiled as he saw his wife’s smiling face. Her and the kids were at the beach.

“Hey! Hope you’re getting some rest. We decided to go to the beach, but we miss you. Hope you come home soon.”

The kids then chimed in and crowded around her, saying they missed him as well. Rachel laughed and the kids waved. He then heard Lucy call out to Aubrey, asking if she’d help her build a sand castle. Thomas did his best to look past Rachel’s smiling face as she talked about the upcoming gala and missing him. Aubrey was there with them. He started to wonder if she had been there the whole time?

“But seriously. I hope you’re getting some rest. I am worried about you and I do miss you. Love you!”

The video ended with Rachel blowing him a kiss.

Thomas smiled and tried to relax. He knew he probably needed to see a doctor or something about his poor sleep and odd dreams. Maybe he was suffering from some sort of sleep apnea or something worse. He then set his phone to the side and took a deep breath.

His phone buzzed again with another message. It was Rachel again, asking when he planned on coming back. He fired off a quick reply and set his phone back down and looked over at the fridge… or rather the space between the fridge and the side wall where the fridge was tucked.

His heart sank as he crawled over and reached into the small space and pulled out a dark brass button.