Day 57: Tales Of New Roommates And Bad Dreams
Day 57 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
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I should have set my alarm for Monday morning.
I should have done a lot of things last night, but instead, I passed out and hoped I would wake up and the whole of last week would be one bad dream.
God forbid this would be some bad soap opera where that could actually happen.
I would kill for a good coma storyline right now.
Perhaps only then I wouldn’t have to deal with dishonest friends and meddling exes.
And as the light crept into my bedroom, I found myself not alone in my bed. I could feel a body in the doona, warm and familiar. It was a man, and for a moment I thought it was Douglas.
The ex.
For a second I thought this was a soap opera because that would make sense. But as I opened my eyes wider I quickly discovered this wasn’t him at all. It was James, cuddling with one of my pillows under his arms. I poked him, and he stirred.
I poked him again and again until he woke up.
“Hey, quit it,” he said, pushing the pillow into me. “What time is it?”
“Really? That’s what you have to ask me. How about telling me what you’re doing here.” He was lucky I figured out who he was before I got my pepper spray from the bedside table.
I bought a keychain of them from a girl on TikTok. Part of me was excited to use it.
“I decided this is where I’m staying from now. I’m not going anywhere.” James sat up, tugging at the doona and pulling it with him.
“Nope, not going anywhere.”
“Do you mean you’re never leaving bed?”
He shook his head.
“No, I’m never leaving your side. I’m moving in.”
This wasn’t the ideal response to the situation at hand. The last time we spoke, we didn’t. We refused to speak to each other. We refused to explain our actions.
And we never came to any sort of conclusion either one of us could feel good about.
“Is that a question or are you telling me you’re moving in?”
“Yeah, I’m telling you. It’s happening. You and me living here together.”
He said it as so matter of fact. Like I wasn’t getting a say. Like he didn’t even ask me. There was another thing; questions. I still had a million questions he wasn’t answering.
The idea of moving in was just one of them.
“I think I need a coffee. And a shower, before I comprehend what is happening here.”
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