The next morning, before Laura even opened her eyes, she was convinced she was sleeping on the surface of the sun. How could any room be so bright with her eyes still shut? She turned away from the window and slowly opened her eyes. "Mmmmm…" she whimpered softly in pain.
Once she had adjusted to the pain, the first things to catch her eye were the eight glasses of ice water sitting on her nightstand beside a plate of whole-wheat toast. She rested for a couple of moments, and then she forced herself to sit up and chug one of the glasses. When she set it back down, she finally noticed the note on the nightstand. She picked it up and squinted to read it comfortably in the bright light.
"Good morning, my sweet Laura,
I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye, but I thought you'd need the extra couple of hours of sleep, angel. I hope you're feeling ok. I left lots of water for you to help you rehydrate and some toast to help soak up some of the yucky stuff in your tummy. I also told OGD to go easy on you today. Drink, eat, and take a bubble bath. I hope all of that helps.
Take care, Lovely. Call me if you need ANYTHING.
All my love,
Steve
P.S. Make sure you wash that perfect bottom of yours. It got a little messy last night.
xoxo"
Suddenly, Laura could remember last night, and the pain was washed away by embarrassment. She'd made a fool of herself in front of her friends, her neighbors, her husband's family, and worst of all, her husband. She began to down another glass of water as she realized she owed Steve an apology, and Myrtle a good kick in the behind.