Dream a Little Dream

I grab the arm of the couch and ask Jack where the restroom is.

Jack laughs and points the way, asking if I need help. I shake my head no and head toward the restroom. But obviously I should make a point in the future to eat lunch if I plan on drinking after work. A point I suddenly realize a bit too late in my present predicament. Obviously my dream life and Jack occupied more of my day then even I realized.

When I come back Jack has pulled out some pretzels and chips and suggests I eat something so I will be able to drive home. I agree and am not only impressed with him as a host but grateful that he was thinking. I decide I best not drink anymore of my drink and just munch on the chips and enjoy my view while I sober up.

I remember watching the game and gazing at Jack but at some point I must have passed out because I awoke moments ago in a very strange room. The linens were clearly Laura Ashley; I know that because I remember admiring them the last time I was at Linens and Things. This room was clearly a woman's room, and the last thing I remember was watching the game with Jack and his place was definitely anything but feminine.

I pull back the sheets and find, either I or someone has removed all of my clothing except my satin bra and which I distinctly remember selecting the previous morning.

I sit up on the edge of the beautiful bed and try desperately to recall where I was and how I got there, but I can not. Again I have that same nagging feeling I had yesterday when I awoke from my dream as if I had a sexual encounter but this time I can recall no dream. A quick check around the room reveals neither hide nor hair of my clothes.

I stand up and begin to look about the room for where they might have been laid but I cannot find them. On the dresser are several items that might belong to the women whose room this normally is. Makeup, jewelry, hair care products all neatly organized around a sitting area where she obviously prepared herself to meet the day but no sign of my clothing. Opening the closet, there are only women's clothes.