Janelle is glowing - literally!

If the room was pitch dark just a minute ago, it sure isn't now. You can see everything in it, if not clearly then at least dimly lit - and the light source is the woman with whom you just had sex.

As if this day wasn't getting any weirder.

"What's wrong?" you respond, incredulously. "You're... you're glowing!"

"... what? Are you okay, John?" she says. Her face is next to yours, and you can see her confused look. "Why would I be glowing?"

You're taken aback. How can she not notice this? It's like she's radioactive or something - every part of her has a yellowish spark, from her hair down to her feet. Her vagina still sheathes your penis, and you can't say you're not concerned about it.

"You really can't see all that light?" you ask. "Nothing yellow at all?"

"John, I can't see anything. Are you having a migraine?"

No, you're not. You've had migraines - with aura - a few times before, but it didn't look like this at all. And you've certainly never had an aura without a migraine. But you don't want to divulge that right now. If Janelle thinks everything is normal, you would very much prefer to log this as yet another "well this is weird" entry in your mental X-files archive for today, and figure out what's going on later.

"I'm... I'm not sure..." you say, playing the part. "My head is spinning a little. Maybe you're right..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry", Janelle says sympathetically. Then she giggles. "I thought sex was supposed to cure headaches, not cause them."

You can't help but laugh at that. "Yeah..."

"Come, I'll help you find some basic pain meds."

She carefully gets off you and starts to look for her clothes. It's not very easy for her, since the room apparently really is black to her. You, on the other hand, can see exactly where they are. In fact, as your eyes have been growing accustomed to the unconventional light source, you can see almost as well as if the lamps had been turned on. There are two nondescript paintings of the sea on the wall - typical hospital art - and every detail is fully visible. The text on door reminding you to lock it is perfectly legible as well.

Janelle still has her skirt on, but you see a drop of sperm running down her lower leg, down to her ankle. Every point of her skin that it touches along the way lights up briefly, even stronger than the rest of her body. Did your semen cause this?

"Here", you say, and handle Janelle her bra.

"Thanks! How on earth did you find it? I was just about to find the light switch instead."

"Oh, hehe... I'm just a good guesser, I suppose."

You navigate to the light switch she mentioned and flick it. Even if you don't need it, Janelle definitely does - she's currently attempting to but on her brassiere upside down.

"Oh shit, that's bright" she exclaims. It does help, though. She quickly puts her clothing back on while you do the same. Then you hand her a paper towel to wipe away the worst part, and you both head out to find the medication she thinks you need.

Janelle even looks like she has a bout of bad conscience for giving you a headache. Of course, this couldn't be further from the truth. You never imagined you'd have the best fuck of your life in a small, crappy hospital bed in the dark - but that's exactly what just happened. And even though you don't know your partner that well - or at all, really - you're quite happy to follow her a bit longer.

Eventually, she hands you something - maybe aspirin, you don't bother to check - and tells you to get some rest and let her know once you're home safe. You get her phone number and say you'll comply - not that you had anything else in mind. Relaxing a bit and trying to figure today out is exactly what you want and need.

It's a bit of a relief to find that nobody jumps your bones as you get out and take local transit back into town, and then to your place. You take a quick shower, then head into bed, and quickly fall asleep. Planning tomorrow can be handled later.