Your prom date.

A sudden relapse of your memory hits you and gives you a headache as big as a train wreck. You suddenly remember everything that happened that night. You remember everything as if you went back in time to the time it happened and that you are in your point of view but not controlling your movements. Like a movie you already seen, you see everything that happened that night to every detail, knowing everything that comes out of every corner.

Your memories start the time you finally get in your prom dress. A dress not every mother and father would approve but your mother said it was okay to wear. Your father wouldn't approve but he wasn't present for your senior prom. He had left on your 18th birthday party some months but you wouldn't let that ruin your life anymore, much less ruin your night.

Your dress was most different that every girl's dresses. It was more suited for an adult woman than an 18 year-old girl. It was jade in color and sparkled in the light. It was a halter dress that hung from your neck, by two strong strings tied together. The dress ended down to your legs but right before your knees which we perfect with no callauses. The dress was most perfect because it had a void of fabric in the middle where your cleavage showed its prowess. You would turn heads and probably be caught in paparazzi photos and tabloids wearing the dress.

Now fully satisfied in self-admiration, you hear a doorbell downstairs. You hear your mother calling when you finally fix your hair and put on your matching heels. You hear your mother again, now saying that she opened the door and let your date in. You get the confidence to get out of your room and descend down the stairs in dramatic elegance. You could picture yourself seductively walking down the steps and seeing the smile on both your date and your mother's faces in slow motion.

You finally get down and you have seconds to spare to share in admiration. Your date confidently check you out and shares a few naughty comments which your mother gullibly giggles at. Your date is tall and handsome, clean-shavened and well-groomed brown hair, and also has a nice tuxedo on. And to match, he has a sparkling green tie. He hands you your corsage and you exchange pecks on his cheek for him. Your mother interrupts with her camera and takes loads of pictures.

Now that the time has come, 8 o'clock to be exact, you and your date leave for the prom. A Lincoln Navigator limo is waiting out front. Your date goes ahead of you to open the door and you hop in the limo. Once you get inside you see all your friends with their dates in the lounging area of the limo. You date hops in next and closes the door. Once the limo leaves your house and is on the way to the high school you lounge onto the shoulder of your date.