"Are you awake, Sheldon?"
Sheldon finds himself lying awake in an unfamiliar bed, stark naked. It is the middle of the ni- two 'o' clock in the morning, according to the alarm clock on the dresser at his right.
"Huh? Is that…?" Sheldon turns over, to face his partner in the bed. He finds himself looking into the eyes of Babe the bat, lying beside him. He utters a pronounced gasp. "Babe? What did we…do last
night?"
Babe extends an arm over Sheldon, and gently strokes his chest, one of her naked breasts pressed tightly against Sheldon's chest. Leaning closer to him, she whispers into his ear, "Everything."
An awkward smile forms across Sheldon's lips, but he can not shake the nagging feeling rising within him; the feeling that something was not right about this.
The curtains are drawn, so Sheldon's surroundings are consumed by the impenetrable darkness of the early morning hours, except for the errant red light of the alarm clock display.
