Mikey
I feel like a cement truck ran over me. My body is hurting, and my head is pounding. Plus, I slept like crap last night.
It didn’t help that I had to use the bathroom during the night and ended up in the closet because I thought I was in my own bed.
I slowly opened my eyes. I saw the daylight streaming in, so I knew it had to be morning. I could feel a weight on me. It must be Rocky.
The poor boy stuck to me like glue last night. Even when I ended up in the closet, the dog was my shadow.
I reached down to stroke his head. His fur felt much softer than last night, and longer too.
I can’t bend my neck to see what I am petting; this doesn’t feel like Rocky. I let my hand glide further down.
This is skin; I can feel an arm. How did a woman end up in my bed?
Wait, I’m not in my be
