The Morning After
As I walked towards mothers hill, I could feel my nerves getting worse with every step. I was going to meet Rick for a midnight picnik. Now, as romantic as that sounds, there was nothing like that between us. Strickly friends. As I approached the top of the hill, I could see him sitting there. It really was a beautiful night. It was a full moon, and its light was shining down on Rick. It really did seem magical. Like this was the way everything was supposed to be. I coudnt help but smile as I approached him. Once he heard my approach, he turned to me and smiled.
"Hello Claire, I'm so glad you made it." his smile was contagious. I couldn't help but grin back.
"Well of course I made it. I couldn't miss out on your spa boiled eggs" I teased.
As we sat there, eating our food and talking, Rick pulled out some wine. Now, I'm not a drinker. I cant hold my liquor at all, but it was just such a perfect night. I felt nothing could ruin this. So we drank. And drank. Then we drank some more.
As we lay atop the blanket, I felt Rick's lips press against mine. I felt myself kiss him back, and it felt so normal. Not like a first kiss should be. Just normal, comfortable. The night proceeded like this. Sweet stolen kisses under the moonlight. As he walked me home, he kissed me goodnight once again. It seemed like this was something we had been doing for years, not mere hours. Oh how liquor affects your mind.
As I awoke the next morning, I couldn't bring myself to even look in the mirror. How could I have done that? How could I lead him on like that. He was not the one I wanted, but last night it seemed so right. Now, however, I could see things clearly. Oh what a mistake I made. I plead partial insanity. The setting, the wine, it made everything so normal and sweet last night.
Oh but how things in the morning once the light of realization is upon them, seem so insane.