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Kakashi lay in the bed, stunned but not surprised from what had happened last night. He looked around the room for a moment, his head spinning, and took in the room littered with medical books and personal journals before laying back down, intent not to move. The room was a new one to him, belonging to a woman who he hardly knew anymore.
It really was quite a mess he had gotten himself into, wasn't it? Sleeping with a former student was generally frowned upon no matter who you were. But he couldn't really bring himself to regret it as he lay in her bed alone the morning after. He could only assume that she had gone to work with her own hangover this morning, either too kind to wake him or too embarrassed.
And although he was ashamed at what he did he couldn't help but fantasize what it would be like to actually belong in this bed he lay in. He imagined what it would feel like to have a home like this, a home where someone else belonged with him. He imagined what would happen if he just spent the whole day here until she came home. How would she react? Would she be embarrassed? Upset? Maybe, even, a little happy? Would she kick him out immediately, or invite him for another night over?
Kakashi knew he would never stay that long to find out though. It was a talent of his, starting things he never intended to actually finish. He would lay there for another hour, picturing what life could be like if he wasn't such a recluse, wasn't such a standoffish bastard. And then he would leave and ignore her for the rest of their lives, pretending that this one night stand had meant as little to him as it probably did to her.
And, true to his predictions, an hour later he finally pried himself out of bed, late for a meeting. As he walked out the door and down the street he wondered just what she wrote in those journals of hers.
Inspiration by:
Cursive – The Recluse
I wake alone
In a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone
Pretend that I am finally home
The room is littered
With the books and notebooks
I imagine what they say
Like, "Shoo fly, don't bother me"
And I can hardly get myself out of this bed
For fear of never lying in this bed again
Oh Christ, I'm not that desperate
Oh no, oh God, I am
How'd I end up here to begin with?
I don't know
Why do I start what I can't finish?
Oh, please don't barrage me with the questions
To all those ugly answers
My ego's like my stomach
It keeps shitting what I feed it
But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore
Maybe I can wait in bed until she comes home
And whispers, "You're in my web now
I've come to wrap you up tight until it's time to bite down"
I wake alone
In a woman's room I hardly know
I wake alone
And pretend that I am finally home