Memories of the night and the laugh of the morning.

Memories rush past a blur, drinks, dancing and a hotel room, the heat of the sun stings my arm. I open my eyes... bad idea, flashing light blinds me without warning. I try to sit up my eyes clamped shut, but my limbs feel jelly like; as I sit up I realise I’m not the only one in the room, the bed. An arm where my head previously rested, shining black hair and the rest is mystery put in suspense by the velvety white bed covers. I pull ever so slowly as not to wake whomever my mystery stranger was. The cloud on my mystery is lifted as a friendly face was now a fully revealed. My memories hit me like a punch in the gut as they become clearer and slow down, I could understand them now. The face appears constantly in my memory’s frames, first as a stranger then a drinking partner, two rounds of tequila shots, a competition, slurred conversation, laughs too loud for my currently blasting migraine.

Two people, eight limbs entangled as we staggered up to the hotel room, one key card, one push of the door and a laughing heap on the floor inside. A strand of hair in my face, a warm hand pushes it behind my ear and our skin makes contact. An electric pulse, a lightening bolt, the temperature rises, all of a sudden the laughing comes to a stop. Two pairs of eyes immersed in one another, the depth of each blowing the other away and both our cheeks are flushed.

A hand on the waist, calloused and burning its mark across and up my back, my long fingers burn their imprints on his neck; then comes the calm before the whirlwind storm about to hit. Lips on lips, lips on the neck, a shirt unbuttoned and I'm lifted up by a strong frame, my legs clamped around his waist. My back is push against the wall and our breathes be become short gasps, as I'm dropped onto a lush, velvety surface, bouncy but soft all at once and I open my eyes to see golden brown eyes stare back at me. My arms move before I can think and I pulls him down on to me, my lips, on his. His strong arms make their way under and up my back to my head. He clumsily tugs off my hair tie as my messy bun comes undone in his hand as locks of silky, black, wavy hair finds its way out through the cracks between his fingers.

Abruptly the memories halt to a stop and my mind draws blank as the ruffling of the sheets pulls me back to the present. The sleeping face smiles as the warm sun touches his eyes ever so softly. He opens his eyes slowly; surprise lining his features then as the memories catch up a knowing smile of recognition covers his face. He sits up and faces her smiling brightly subsequently wincing as he grabs his head as she is already doing. They both stare at each other, and burst into laughter, regretting the noise they made as their heads remind them of their migraines. Yet the laughs continue.