Ah, the day after another one of those nights! So much pressure, my head had felt like a balloon ready to pop! I’d needed the release.
And I wake up here with you lying beside me. You look so peaceful. I wonder what your name is? Wendy perhaps? Yes, you look like a Wendy. You’ve that indefinable ‘Wendy’ quality.
Well, Wendy, the problem with a night of indulgence is paying the piper the next day. You know – DNA evidence to get rid of, fingerprints to wipe away.
No need to help me though, Wendy. Lucky you.
You get to sleep in.