Sweet Dreams

I woke up this morning in a panic. It wasn't a nightmare or a headache as it had been the night before. No, it seemed much worse.

I had this sensation that my faulty memory and my drunken-like stupor of sleep deprivation may have resulted in various telephone conversations throughout the night. I could vividly recall talking to my Dad, Hillary, and later Nikki.

The call history on my phone revealed nothing of the sort. I should be relieved that I didn't actually call them in my sleep, but I am deeply disturbed that I would be capable of such a thing and not be able to remember.

How on earth do people feel when they wake up next to someone they don't know...