For the first time in forever, I wake up on a Saturday morning in a bed that’s not empty. That’s not to say I don’t bring women home frequently - because lately it’s been getting worse and worse. It’s too easy to get bored in this place all on my own, and having someone else here to occupy my body more than my mind is a good temporary placeholder.
I hadn’t meant to let her sleep here. Usually they don’t want to, anyway. With my eyes still closed, my brain conjures up an image of who’s lying next to me. She’ll be on her side facing me, one arm under her pillow and the other one under her chin. She’ll have gone to bed in a pajama set but will wake up in much less, probably just boyshort underwear and a long-sleeved shirt, because her legs get hot. Instead of brushed and curled, her red hair will be a frizzy mess on top of her head that I’ll work on smoothing down the moment I open my eyes.