Shooting Star
I awoke this morning with a sore head and a mouth that tasted of sand. I had a vague recollection about last night, but I wasn't quite sure what had happened. I tried to stretch, but bumped a barrier in the bed. Unusual, the bed's not against the wall, so I rolled over and tried to focus. As you came into focus I kind of remembered what had happened. I looked down at this vision of loveliness, you were just lying there, completely asleep and defenceless. Unfortunately you are lying on my arm...