I wake up in the morning and Holly is gone.

She’s certainly not in this room that I’m in, which is her bedroom. I look around and find an iPhone. At first glance I don’t know whose iPhone it is, hers or mine, but it doesn’t matter because all I really want from this iPhone is to know the time of day. This iPhone says that it’s 11:45a. This iPhone tells me that I am late for work. The iPhone that I’m holding is not and iPhone 4, but rather an iPhone 3GS, and it’s Holly’s, not mine. I search around for my iPhone 4 and then realize that I should just call my iPhone 4, which I do. I hear it ringing in my bedroom, which sits across the apartment. I get out of bed and notice that I’m naked and walk across the apartment and into my room and on the nightstand is my iPhone 4. In the bed next to the nightstand that my iPhone is on top of is Holly, in my bed, wrapped up a blanket, but I can tell that she’s wearing my shirt, the shirt that I was wearing last night. She’s awake and yawns and smiles and notices that I’m naked and I see her eyes dilate and I stop in the doorway and give her a soft look, a questioning look because I have questions, and Holly knows this and she smiles and begins to tell me a story.

It’s a story about how after 2 bottles of cheap Trader Joes wine things were progressing fast between Holly and I physically and soon enough I was naked and she was rubbing my cock and I was making hard fast noises and she was still fully clothed and then, because I was drunk I took over from her, and jerked myself off all over her clothes/bed. So then she slapped me “facetiously” and put on my shirt, went to my room and went to sleep in my bed. So now that that’s out of the way I move over closer to the bed, I pick up my iPhone 4, and I hand her her iPhone 3GS and smile, realizing things. A wrist watch that I keep in the top drawer of the nightstand beeps because it’s now noon, and I might as well not even go to work today, and I look at my iPhone 4 and notice that work has called and left a few messages. Holly stands up on the bed and towers over me, spreading the blanket she was wrapped in like giant wings and then she moves closer to me and her wings encompass me and they drag me into the bed with her where she more or less crumbles on top of me and then we stay in bed for the rest of the day and into the night, my body responding to hers in ways that before today I didn’t think were possible.

By Mike Waskom.