The moment I opened my eyes, I
had to closet them shut again. The ray of light falling on the bed ignited an
instant headache. Besides, the amount of alcohol I had consumed the night
before was piercing through my brain. Both pains made me stay there for a
while, until I realized I was not at home. It was strange to notice it by just
smelling the covers in the bed, but that was the thing that really made me wake
up. I was completely naked on that large bed, in a very beautiful room that
seemed particularly spacious.
I got out of bed and walked
towards the window. I was in an apartment building, probably in the seventh
floor or so. I could see a park right in front of me: some people were walking
the dog and others their babies. The sun was up there, in the sky, shining
brightly with only a few clouds covering its warmth. It was probably around
midday. Then, I realized I hadn’t gotten home. Walter, my cat, would be begging
for food. I had completely forgotten about him the night before, because of the
alcohol.
I turned around and looked for my
things: I found my cellphone on the floor, near the bed. But I couldn’t really
see my clothes. I entered the bathroom and it was very big, the size of my room
in my apartment. My clothes were nicely folded on the counter, just besides the
sink. I took that as a sign to wash my face. Cold water felt amazing on my
skin, it really help woke me up for good. I realized I had some breakouts on my
face, no idea how the hell I had gotten someone to take me to their place looking
like that.
Then I realized, rather slowly,
than someone had actually been there with me. I checked the garbage bin in the
bathroom and, sure enough, there were two condom wrappers. I felt kind of bad
in that moment but also good because even in that state I had been careful
enough to protect myself. That was something. Now, I had to put on my clothes
and walk the famed walk of shame towards my home. I really wanted the man I had
been with to be out at that moment, I had no intention of talking to him.
As I put on my underwear and my
socks, I tried to remember what I had done the night before. I had met a friend
in a restaurant and from there we had gone to a party filled with people. So
many people, that I had felt I needed some booze in order to properly
socialize. I have never been the kind to be great at communicating, so I know I
had drunk some vodka or something. The party must’ve worked like a charm for me
because I had woken up in a very nice place the next morning. I had no idea
what I had done after I started drinking. No idea at all, which wasn’t a good
thing.
When I was fully dressed, I
checked my jacket to see if my wallet and my keys were there. And they were. I
also found some mints, which I must’ve grabbed from the restaurant. I didn’t
really want to get out of that room, but it was necessary in order to get home.
I had to find the main entrance fast and just run out of there, whatever
happened. Walking towards the bedroom door, I heard something that paralyzed
right there on the spot: someone was whistling very nearby, probably in the
same apartment.
I doubted for a moment but then I
just opened the door and walked fast, looking around me: there was a small
corridor with paintings all around and then the living room. There was no one
there and the entrance was probably very near. I was looking for a door as I
passed the dining room but then I realized there wasn’t a main door but an
elevator. I pressed the button, all the while thinking that the rent for such a
place was probably something I would never be able to pay in this life or the
next.
Then, another noise: the elevator
rang a bell as it arrived. Just when the doors opened, a man appeared from the
other side of the dining room. His hair was all over the place and he was wearing
an apron with cartoons drawn on it. I noticed right away that he wasn’t wearing
any else beneath the apron. The elevator doors closed again, as I hadn’t gotten
inside. I was paralyzed looking at him, as he walked closer and asked me if I
was already leaving. I felt, once again, like a complete piece of shit. I
wanted to sink on the ground.
I have to say that he was a very
nice looking guy. He wasn’t a top model or anything but his body looked pretty
decent behind that silly apron, and his hair was very cute as it was. What got
me, almost surprised me, were his eyes. He had beautiful honey colored eyes.
They seemed like the kind that change colors depending on how the person feels.
For a moment, I forgot at what he had told me because of those beautiful eyes.
How could I not remember them from the night before? How could that even
happen?
He smiled and asked again. I told him I had to leave because my cat was
probably hungry and I really needed to get to him. He smiled again and asked me
to have something to eat before I left. At first, I told him I couldn’t but he
insisted and I just couldn’t say no to those beautiful eyes. So I followed him
to the kitchen, were he told me he understood my hurry. He whistled again, but
in a different way, and out of nowhere a cat, white as snow, jump out and
started doing turns around his legs. The animal looked at me with a certain
curiosity, but didn’t get near me immediately.
The guy asked me to sit down on a high stool on the bar the kitchen had.
I did, trying to conceal the fact that I had no idea who he was, his name,
profession or, really, anything about him. Remembering was not really something
I could do and even if I tried, my headache would grow in size. He then put a
glass of tomato juice in front of me, saying it was very good for hangovers. I
smiled at him and drank some. I had been a little bit too innocent thinking he
had no idea I was severely drunk the night before.
The juice was delicious and then
he served pancakes with lots of syrup and strawberries. I hadn’t eaten pancakes
in a long time, as I never really had time in the morning to do such a simple
thing. And the days I did have the time, I would just spent that time sleeping,
trying to feel rested. As I ate, he spoke about cooking and I just stared, ate
and nodded. I couldn’t really do anything else because I still had no idea who
he was, what kind of person he was and what kind of person he thought I was.
Had I been a very honest
drunkard, telling him every single thing there was to know about me? Or had I
been the type of drunken idiot that comes up with an alternate lifestyle out of
nowhere in order to seem more interesting? He had stopped talking and
apparently I was doing some funny face because he smiled again and told me it
was a shame that I probably didn’t remember him. Right then, I laughed loudly.
I just couldn’t help but feel relieved and the way to let it all out was
laughing like a crazy person.
I confessed I had no recollection
of the night before and that I felt really bad about it. I was about to say a bunch
of meaningless things, in order to make him feel a little better, but he
interrupted me and said that he was very happy to have met me anyway, as he
hadn’t met anyone so good looking and great in bed as me in a long time. I
laughed loudly again, but he just looked at me, no smile or anything in his
face. He had meant every word. I stopped and blushed like a high school girl. I
felt so stupid.
I finished my pancakes and told
him I really had to leave. He asked if he could take me home but I decided
against it because I needed to buy some things before getting home. After all,
I had run out of cat food and I had just realized that. He smiled and asked if
he could hug me goodbye. I said yes.
You know what’s weird? I felt
that hug in my soul. It made me warmer. I felt better after it and realized he
was a really nice person. I pressed the elevator button again. I got in and
right before the doors closed, I asked him his name. He smiled and winked at me,
waving his phone at me. Right then, I got a message on my phone and the doors
closed.
