i poke the one with the straw-coloured hair. i point at the other person in our shared bed. he smiles.
i sit up and peek under the white covers. my nightdress is still on, so are my socks. the others, however, are void of their clothing.
"did we... ?"
he looks at me, perplexed. "no, not you."
i try to jog my sluggish mind, nothing comes.
"you just watched."
watched? i wonder. and in a flannel nightdress?
(i had a blissful few hours of dreams. Hastily unbuttoned. Kisses that later made for sore jaws. Straw coloured hair on white pillowcases.)