The Next Morning

Lily heard the birds chirping outside of her open window as the sun casted a warm glow in her apartment. Her bed felt so good against her skin that she debated even getting up. The way it hugged her curves and contoured to her body was a heavenly sensation. She sighed, resigning to the fact that she would in fact need to get up. Running her hands down over the smooth material she realized why her bed was feeling so good this particular morning. She was completely naked under the covers.

'That's odd,' she thought as her mind began to fully awaken. She never slept naked, much preferring the comforting embrace of her favorite cotton nightie. But then again, she'd found herself in this state more a few times these past few months. Especially after a night out on the town with the girls. In fact, that was really the last thing she remembered. Being at the bar, dancing with her friends and having a grand ole time. Buring off the work week's frustrations on a Friday night. Damn she must have had too much to drink again. She cursed at herself internally. She was getting too old for late nights and excessive drinking. Sure her sister Emila would disagree. '25 is not that old, Lily. You're in your prime,' Lily thought about what her sister would say to her and couldn't help but smile. Emila was a great sister and the two women were as close as sisters could be. Just why couldn't Emila have a better taste in men? Lily rolled her eyes as she thought about it.

Emila's husband, Ethan, was a pompous, self-centered asshole. Lily never liked him, but her sister had always been head over heels for him. She recalled the numerous times she had tried to warn her sister about him, but Emila would always brush her off and tell her that Lily just didn't understand him. There was just something about him that made her skin crawl. Maybe it was the way he smirked at her every chance he got or how he definitely ogled her for way too long whenever he saw her in a bikini on the family beach trips. Lily had no idea how Emila could love such a creep let alone have him crawl on top of her every night. Lily could never let such a creep like that near her, let alone inside of her. Ew, just the thought of sleeping with someone she found so repulsive made her want to throw up. Or maybe that was the hangover.

'Yup, actually it was definitely the hangover,' Lily thought as she groaned and pushed the bed sheets down and sat up in bed. The room spun slightly as she ran her hands through her hair. The sensation of the cool air causing her to shiver, as goosebumps formed on her skin. Damn, she had a headache and needed some water.

Her head tilted slightly as she looked at her bed side table and noticed a full glass of water and two tylenol placed in the perfect spot. It wasn't like her drunken self to think so far ahead. But Lily shook the thought away and took her pills and finished her glass of water. Putting the glass back in its place before standing up on shaky legs. She could sense her body protesting the movement, the pulsating pains in her muscles but also her knees. Like they'd been bent for an eternity. It honestly felt similar to the soreness after riding a man cow-girl style for an hour. But Lily knew that wasn't the case since she didn't wake up next to anyone and she rarely had one night stands to begin with.

Lily stretched her whole body out as she looked around the room, finally taking in her surroundings. Most everything looked exactly as she left it before heading out the night before. Except why was the window open? No wonder she was so cold. And why was there the remains of an incense stick on the top of her dresser? Weird.

"Drunk Lily, you really are something else," she said out loud as she closed the open window and walked into the bathroom still completely naked.