For what seemed like the first time in forever, I woke up not because of some outside disturbance, but just because I didn't want to sleep anymore. It was such a glorious feeling that for a moment I was tempted to curl into my covers and fall back asleep regardless, or at least do my best to try.
But then I remembered the circumstances in which I fell asleep yesterday. That was just what I needed to take the last dredges of sleep out of my mind and force me to sit up and take an inventory of myself and my surroundings.
I was alone in my room. In the light that came through the closed curtains, I could see that my clothes were carefully folded on my chair. When I stood up to reach them, I winced at the soreness I felt between my legs. These two things, and that I was absolutely naked in my bed, which went against my usual habits, were the only confirmations that the last evening wasn't a dream.
