I woke up with a start, realizing two things.

One: I was still on my couch.

Two: Caroline was also still on my couch, fast asleep and on top of my left leg.

"Caroline, wake up," I said, rocking her shoulder gently to wake her up.

"What," she groaned, sitting up slowly. "Shit, I fell asleep here?"

"Yeah," I said, rubbing my head. "I'm too late for the gym so I'm just going to shower. Can you get some coffee going?"

"Yeah, yeah…Can I borrow some clothes for work? No way I'm going to make it home before I have to head to work."

"Help yourself," I said, making my way to the bathroom. "But don't use my navy shirt and creamy blouse!" I quickly took a shower, with thoughts of work pounding at my head. Or maybe that was just my headache?

I got dressed quickly, and then blew my dry before putting on my daily makeup. I grabbed a pair of heels as I made my way into the kitchen.

"I'm wearing your green dress…I can get it back to you later this week?" Caroline said, offering me a cup of coffee.

"Sounds good," I said, sitting down at the counter with her. "Can you pass me that apple? Thanks."

"What time did we even go to bed?" Caroline asked, glancing at the empty bottle of wine on the floor and the opened bottle of tequila on the counter.

Of course, I whipped that out.

"I think it was around 1AM?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows, "But I really don't know."

"God, work is going to suck today," she groaned.

"At least you semi-enjoy your job," I said. Caroline rolled her eyes, but she knew I was right. Caroline worked in event marketing. So basically, she got paid to plan events for big corporations.

"You could always quit," she began.

"Not this again," I groaned.

"No, but really… you hate your job and I'm sure I could get you a job interview in communications or public relations," she said.

"I'm fine where I am… it pays the bills," I said.

"But is that all you want out of life?"

"It's what I need out of life right now," I retorted, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Whatever," she said. "I need to use your restroom real quick and then I have to head out."

"Sounds good."

She left towards the bathroom, but not before saying one last thing.

"Did you see where I put my purse?"

"I think it's by the door," I said, looking up, and that's when my blood ran cold.

The door was open.

"Never mind, it's by the couch. Thanks though," she said, grabbing it before rushing to the bathroom.

"Caroline…did you open the door?" I asked, getting up and walking to the door. It wasn't open all the way, just cracked. Did I lock it last night?

"No, why?"

"No reason…" I murmured, shutting it and looking around the room. Nothing was out of place. But I really had to be more careful.

"Alright, well, I should head out," came Caroline's voice from behind me.

"Okay," I said. "And thanks."

"For what?"

"For coming over last night… I'm glad I was able to release that whole mess into the universe, or whatever," I said waving a hand.

"That's what best friends are for, right?"

"Still… thanks," I said, pulling her in for a hug. "Love you."

"Love you, too," she said. "And, hey, I know that you don't know how you feel about this guy and you don't know how he feels about you, but…I think you should think about it."

"Caroline," I said, laughing, before she cut me off.

"Seriously," she said. "I've known you for the past year and in that time, you haven't made any new friends or hung out with any new people…And then this guy now holds a place in your life after only a few weeks of knowing him? I think, at the very least, he's a good change in your life."

"I'll think about it," I said. "But you're going to be late for work if you don't go now."

"Okay, okay," she said. "I'll see you soon."

"Of course."

With a wave and another hug, Caroline was gone. I decided that I should clean quickly before heading into work.

Throwing away the empty wine bottle, putting away the tequila (somewhere much harder to reach), cleaning my dishes, it took all of 10 minutes. But my mind was running a mile a minute.

Did I really forget to lock the door?

I was always so careful.

As I cleaned, I looked for anything out of place.

I couldn't find anything.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I began to grab my keys, pack my purse, and put on my shoes. Grabbing my phone, I groaned as I realized it was not charged. Running to my room, I grabbed my charger and left.

I closed the door tightly, double checking that it was locked.

Looking back on that day, maybe if I had been a little more careful, things would be different.

Maybe if I had locked the door.

Maybe if I hadn't drunk all that wine.

Maybe if I had slowed down before going to work that day.

Maybe if I had noticed the flower picture on my wall was tilted slightly off center.

Maybe if I had done any of those things, we wouldn't be where we were now.

But maybe doesn't let me go back.

And maybe doesn't actually happen.

I wasn't careful enough.

And I would regret that.