"You" - Part 7

I woke with a start
In a bed I didn't know
On the side I never sleep
And glanced over to a foreign clock
Blinking its red eyes back at me
The alarm I had set

Somewhere in between the 

Many glasses of water

And exploring one another

Had failed to do its job

That, or one of us had turned it off

Mid-hungover slumber

7:05am

I should be leaving for work in fifty-five minutes

But I was still in Manhattan

And on the west side

My challenge had clearly been set

And I was afraid to look any further

Than the radius my eyes 

Had only just allowed me to accept

The room looked different

Everything that had been dark 

Just a few hours earlier

Was now flushed with daylight

Bare and vulnerable

Similar to the state I was in

I took a breath 

Had myself believe for a moment I was brave

And let my senses soak up the rest of the images
Flashing before me

You were rolled away from me

Still sleeping soundly

What had I done?

I quietly took myself to the bathroom

To inspect once more

The mess reflected back at me

I stood for a minute

Staring into the mirror

Trying to piece together 

Every little detail

And remember

I needed that pause

That twenty second lull

To do what I was about to do next

I walked back into the room

You were still out cold

I began to gather my things

And re-piece my outfit 

From the night before

The whiskey infused white tee

Was nowhere to be seen

The minutes passed me blindly

Just as I knew the cabs would 

When I finally made it out onto the streets

And every second mattered now

If I planned to get to work on time

I had been careful not to disturb you

But as my angst grew

So did the frantic search

Amongst tangled white sheets

For a stained white shirt

You must have felt me rummaging

Because you woke up and looked straight at me

I remember apologising

I didn't intend to wake you

I told you I lost my shirt

And I was late for work

I said it was the same colour as the sheets

Which might make it hard to spot

What a strange thing to say 

I had later thought

Just as I had covered my bra and open skin

In my denim jacket

And claimed defeat

To the monster stealing clothes

From under the sheets

You found it

And passed it to me

I thanked you and raced to the door

The white shirt still hanging from my hand

You hugged me

I politely told you goodbye

Then left

As quickly as you'd arrived in my life

In that moment

I never expected to see you again
And I thought that was fine

As I hurried out from the hotel

A nice guy passing by

Hailed me a cab

Which was quicker than I expected

As I hopped in

And told the driver "Brooklyn please"

I had a little laugh

At my first real "Sex and the City" moment

In the city that never sleeps

With someone closer to home
And actually not from this city at all