It was the sunlight that made me half-awake. I remembered I'd drawn the shade down, so why was it so warm? And then that comforter around my waist…no, wait. That wasn't any blanket. It felt an awful lot like an…arm.
I think our eyes sprang open at the same time. I only think so, because all I could gather was that we screamed at the same exact moment.
***
The reason we were in horror movie mode was clear: Apparently we had slept together. And by 'we' I mean Johnny Miller and Me, because I was sure I was in my own body and he looked like himself except that…he looked, older? We gaped at each other before we simultaneously flung the sheets off us and raced to the dresser mirror. And stared. We looked so much…older. And he looked…hunkier (okay, I admit it. I did sort of maybe thought he was cute). And I looked…hot enough to be his girlfriend.
We didn't speak, but let our eyes travel the room, looking. This wasn't his room. It wasn't mine. It was bigger and the bed was a king-sized one. And then I let my eyes travel down to my hand, mistake that it was, and…
***
All the color drained out of her face. And she just sat down with a thump on the floor. And I knelt down and tilted her face towards mine to see if she was like, dead or something (knock on wood). She looked at me with those blue-green pools and I hastily dropped my hands from her face.
"Good Morning, and what is it you're so startled about?" I asked. As if I didn't already know. We were totally…different. The surroundings were unrecognizable.
"We're…" her voice was hoarse.
'We're what?" I asked.
For a long time, she didn't answer but just gazed at me regretfully.
And then that one word dropped like a bomb from her lips.
"Engaged."