Sunlight filtered into Kirsten's eyes as she flickered them open a few times. She immediately shielded them with her arm, groaning under her breath. A soft murmur arose from the sleeping figure who was grazing her left thigh ever so slightly with the palm of their hand. Kirsten kept her eyes closed, even though she was fully awake. A small smile broadened across her face as she seldom woke in the presence of her husband. He was always out catching the best surf so he could come home and brag about it.
"Kirsten, honey you should of seen it!" His enthusiasm was always met with a simple nod of the head. Surfing was not a sport which appealed to Kirsten, mainly because it being out there with all the fishes. She scrunched her nose at the thought. Kirsten strained her ears listening for any signs that Seth and Ryan had arisen from their sleeping demure. Silence. She finally braved open one of her eyes and then the other letting her surroundings slowly sink in. Kirsten blinked a few times at the ceiling, confusion settling in fast.
"When did I get that light?" She whispered out loud. The ceiling looked different to yesterday morning, it was higher and grander then the one she swore she had seen previously. Kirsten rubbed her eyes, realising she wasn't awake properly yet. Considering falling asleep again Kirsten re-closed her eyes and thought about her meeting plans for the day ahead. She had a business meeting with Mr Campbell at twelve, a man who she had always taken a disliking to. He smelt, a musty smell that intoxicated her nostrils as soon as she was in his presence. He was, unfortunately, an important client and an old friend of her fathers. Still Kirsten got the impression he was hitting on her every time words where spoken out of his mouth.
The hand, which was grazing her thigh, moved softly and rested across her stomach. Kirsten's eyes suddenly sprung open in confusion. Why was she naked? Her nightdress that had definitely been there when she'd fallen asleep was now absent. Kirsten jolted up in the bed, her eyes quickly surveying the surroundings. This was not her bed, that chest of drawers over by the door did not belong to her, the oversized wardrobe which was spilling out expensive clothing had never even been bought by her. She was in Julie Cooper's bedroom. Kirsten fearfully glanced at the owner of the hand and let out an enormous scream.
Julie was sleeping, fast asleep in fact, as she had been kept awake for the majority of last night. Not that she was complaining. A small delicious smile crept across her face as her mind pondered over last night's events. Luke had come over after seeing her at the carnival, a vindictive ploy Julie had played pretending that her main intention was accompanying her youngest daughter. When the knock had come, Julie knew straight away that it was him. It had been a loud confident knock, which contrasted sharply with Luke's first visit where he had been unsure and embarrassed. Julie answered the knock wearing only a dark crimson coloured silky robe with nothing underneath.
The smile grew as she reminisced on what had occurred after the meeting in the doorstep. There had been screaming, Luke had that young athletic figure which could go all night, much to Julie's delight. Her pleasurable screams echoed loudly in her head, as the vibrant memory continued to play. Julie's dreams started to fade, however, as she slowly realised someone was screaming in the distance. Or was it still memories from last night.
She pushed herself up in the bed still with her eyes firmly closed. Rubbing them softly with the palm of her hand, Julie yawned loudly wishing whoever was screaming would stop. She slowly prised her eyes open and blinked in confusion. This wasn't her bedroom. She swiftly looked over to the right. No Luke, just an unmade side of the bed with ruffled sheets suggesting someone had been sleeping there.
"Okaay," Julie said out loud to herself. Her croaky voice made her jump, as it didn't sound anything like her. Julie glanced across at a silver photo frame balancing on the cabinet beside the bed. Sandy and Kirsten's smiling faces, as they stood embraced in a romantic hug, bore into her eyes as the realisation sunk in. She was in their bedroom.
"Did I sleep with Sandy last night?" The thought wavered in her mind for a moment before she laughed it off. No, there had to be some logical explanation for this. Julie slipped out from beneath the covers to reveal herself wearing a blue nightdress. She recognized it immediately as something Kirsten would most probably wear to bed, as Julie had never even bought an item of clothing that remotely resembled it.
"In Kirsten's bed, wearing Kirsten's nightdress…" Julie shook her head in utter confusion and made haste towards the bathroom. She groggily reached for the light and inspected the products, which were lining the sink. Julie looked up at the mirror and jumped back startled. She peered further into the mirror and looked on in confusion as the reflection mirrored her movement.