The morning after.

Paula woke up on the living room couch, she was naked, but covered with her favorite blanket. She felt hungover, she tried stretching her head and then saw a pile of her clothes on the ground in the hallway, on top of it, her cum stained skirt. After a brief moment of lucidity, Paula realized that what had happened last night was not merely a dream that she just woke up from - she had done a horrible thing. She remembered the walk back to the car, but not the drive home, she must have fallen asleep in the passenger's seat. After that, it was all a blur.

She got up and took a quick shower before calling in sick for the day. Unsurprisingly, the boss was pissed, but she didn't really care.

Then she went to bed, assuming a fetal position and trying to sleep again - she could not.