Sunday morning
There was no way Tim could remember what had happened the night before. All he knew was how he'd woken up the next morning with a head packed with cotton about to burst. Thank heavens it was Sunday morning and nobody needed to know about his dinosaur of a hangover.
Nobody?
Hey! Wait a minute!
...
I rolled over in my bed and checked the alarm on the nightstand.
3:15am? What the...?
I groaned and was about to snuggle back under the duvet when my ears caught a sound. I was instantly awake and alert. Sitting up, I listened intently and...relaxed, falling back.
So that was the noise that woke me up! There was the distinct sound of snoring coming from the guest room and I suddenly remembered I had a guest sleeping over as a precaution measure after last night.
Oh! Now he was mumbling in his sleep! Mom? He was calling for his...mom?
Heck, what am I doing? Listening in on his dreams? Better get back to sleep, hombre.
I had another couple of false alarms during the night. Kiddo was determined to keep me from enjoying my night's rest. By force of habit, I didn't need many hours of sleep, but what little sleep I had, I'd rather spend it uninterrupted.
At long last, the natural light of dawn filtered into my room and I rolled out of bed to go about my usual business.
Nothing extraordinary about that, weren't it for the fact that I had this guest I had taken the care over for last night.
I quickly got dressed – the shaving would have to wait, it was the weekend, after all - and made for the spare bedroom to check on my agent.
All appeared fine, considering the state he'd been in when I gave him a lift to my place! But right now, he was still in a deep, alcohol induced coma, lying sprawled on the bed in just his boxers. His head, mouth wide open, lay at an almost unnatural angle and his long bare legs were tangled in the sheets.
The last time I'd seen him in...undress...was years ago and I was genuinely surprised to see how much weight he'd lost over the past few years. Even more so with the morning sunshine highlighting his pale slender torso and sinewy arms.
I chuckled, for I knew for a certainty how mortified he would be as soon as he would wake up.
Deciding to let him sleep in on this Sunday morning, I silently retreated, closing the door behind me and went to brew some coffee and sit down to a solitary breakfast. With time on my hands, I walked outside with another mug of my favorite black brew to think on how my junior agent had ended up all mops and brooms at my place.
A bit on the short side to start with. Not what some are used of me. I know.
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