Just One Night

And the atmosphere is charged/In you I trust

Tina Kennard woke up to the blaring sound of her alarm clock. She groaned and shielded her eyes from the sun that was filtering through the curtains. She was absolutely not a morning person, her mood would always get the better of her. She felt a large hand on her hip and shivered in disgust. She didn’t like being touched intimately when she was not fucking a guy. She turned around, the hand slipping off of her. As she came to the world, the loud snoring filtered through her thoughts. She looked at the man next to her and sighed. His mouth open, drool dripping from his chin, the excessive hair on his chest heavy. She decided she’d had enough.

She got out of the bed and sped towards the bathroom. She wondered how it was that she had spent the night with him again – how she had managed. This was what she had been looking for for so long – a nice and normal man who was good to her to establish a healthy, stable relationship with. She was bored to death. With the toothbrush in her mouth, she walked around the room gathering her stuff. She went back to finish and then threw her few belongings in her purse. She hesitated for a second and then got her overnight bag, walking around the apartment to retrieve the few items she had left there. She didn’t feel like waiting around for Henry Young to wake up, because that would be like waiting for Elton John to kiss a woman.

The blonde left a note telling him that she would call him later and that they had to talk. Waking up that morning, feeling so repulsed by the man next to her, made it all clear. She had been contemplating it for a few days now and decided she’d wasted enough time.

As she left the apartment, she searched her brain – were had she left her car again? That problem was solved as she came outside. She got out her phone and her bluetooth headset.

She knew it was an ungodly hour, but a friend’s a friend no matter the time. She had been there for Alice as well when the bouncy blonde had suffered another heartbreak, calling her in the wee hours of the morning, crying her heart out.