The next morning I woke up to myself tucked in a blanket.
I couldn't remember when I had in fact wrapped myself up with that blanket.
I pushed it aside and then I looked at the other side of the bed.
It was not just vacant, but looked like no one had slept in.
Al.
Then I remembered all the details of the previous night and then since it was hours later and I no longer felt those waves of emotions, the emotions I was stuck with, was shame and anger.
Shame that I had done what he had told me to.
That I had begged him to touch me and when I remembered how his fingers had been in between my legs, I tensed and felt myself grow hot.
And then humiliation before anger surfaced.
He had lied to me when he had told me that I was the one he had eyes for.
How could I have been such a fool?
I was smarter than this.
I had learnt the hard way on how to deal with my emotions.