Chapter 8: Waking Shamefully
Slowly rousing from what could possibly have been the best sleep of my life, I reach out to grab my phone on my bed.
After feeling nothing even after several tries, my eyes fling wide open in fear because I almost never not leave my phone by my side when I sleep because when I wake up, the first thing I do is to check my email.
The rising panic chases away any drowsiness I have left in me.
I wake fully to realize that I am basked in the softest white sheets with several heavenly pillows strewed around me. The bright sunlight peeks into the room from the corner of gloriously blue curtains and gives me even more proof that I am NOT in my apartment.
Scrambling to my feet, I touch my chest to see that I am braless and wearing a huge white shirt that smells like...him.
I gather my senses and look around the huge room. I see my clothes neatly folded with my jacket hung above. The sight makes me cringe as both my bra and panties are also folded neatly in the pile.
There could only be one maniac behind this crazy organization, so I knew that he probably also dry cleaned not only my clothes but also my underwear.
I notice an appetizing cup of water on a table by the bed with a stick note by its side that said, 'Call me when you wake up.' I'm dying of thirst, but I refuse to drink his water and leave behind any evidence.
I sniff myself, and sure enough, he has bathed me before putting me to sleep, as my body is squeaky clean with a soft scent of peaches.
Though agitated, I take my time to lay the bed and arrange his sheets. I then neatly fold his white shirt and change into my own clothes which faintly reek of his own scent.
I find my bag in a corner of the room and open it to find its content neatly arranged, with all my trash of mandarin peels, chewing gum wrappers, and old discarded receipts long gone. I retrieve my phone to find that it has been charged to 100% and I sigh deeply when I see the unread messages from David commending me for not working so far.
I sigh even deeper when I realize that over 18 hours have passed since I blacked out on my walk home and it was already 2 pm on Wednesday.
Gathering my belongings and ensuring I left no evidence in the room, I ignore my crazy thirst and peel my eyes away from the cup of water in the room to find my way out of this place. I find stairs and head down the steps to find a young lady in a maid's uniform whose eyes instantly light up when she sees me.
"We have prepared tasty hangover meals for you ma'am for whenever you wake up, according to the master." She gestures to the kitchen.
Seeing the glint in her eyes, I turn away and mumble a weak "No thanks."
"Please, where's the exit here?"
The maid controls the surprise in her face and points towards the exit. I quickly race home before any traces of my own embarrassment and hunger seeps out.
Sitting on a bench at Gada Park sipping boba in one hand, and scrolling through my phone chats with my other hand, I glance at the time, 4:01 pm. I open my chat with Frankie and type in 'T R A I T O R' and send it. I start the voice recorder and begin to yell all my frustration and embarrassment out at her, saying ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh for a good twelve seconds before I click send.
Looking at the old ladies walking their dogs and looking at me strangely for yelling alone in a public park, I smile at them and continue to enjoy my bubble tea. I guess they can add new information to their neighborhood gossip collection of me, adding jobless lunatic to strange loner for sitting in a park and screaming into her phone on a Wednesday afternoon.
Some drunken memories flood me and I recall the knowing glint in the maid's eye plus my Pokemone panties that were neatly folded and displayed this morning and I cringe severely.
"So freaking embarrassing argh!"
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