Stephanie Mariana Clarity Fawcett is quirky. (impermanence) wrote in wished,
It was only a few moments before Stephanie realized what was happening...and the weight of it crushed down on her immediately after. Something clicked in her mind that this could not be a dream...because in a dream this wouldn't have happened. In a dream, the person you loved didn't pass out on you, even if they were pissed beyond any other time you could ever remember.
It was real. All of it was real. As this washed over her, she had the good sense to scramble off of the couch, off of him, and to snag her shirt off the floor where it had ended up. She was wobbly on her feet, stumbling to the door. Somehow or another, she ended up back across the street in her own building, though she'd never managed to put her shirt back on. Stephanie didn't really remember much of the transition, but all she had been able to think about was not being at Stephen's when she woke up in the morning. She couldn't face that...wouldn't.
The fun of being drunk was gone, and she found herself crawling into her bed, not bothering with taking off anything else. Her face felt wet, and it took her a few moments to realize that she was crying. She felt heartbroken. Beyond a shadow of a doubt, she hoped that he wouldn't remember what had happened come morning...she hoped that the blur of reality and dream would be so strong that it would never make sense if he could remember anything at all. And she hoped that it would be the same for her. So curled there in the center of the bed with tears still on her face, she slipped into a deep, inebriated sleep...and for once, she was met with only the blackness behind her eyelids and not his smiling face.