Day 7

After

Crystal shifted slightly in her sleep, a screeching pain shot through her head as she opened her eyes. And just then, just in that moment the night came crashing back to her. Every touch, every kiss, every passion filled sigh. She reached out under the covers, searching and finally her hand came to rest on soft, smooth skin. Her heart began to race in her chest, her fingers gripping the skin. She hadn't, had she? It was a dream, right? Nothing had happened. She repeated those words in her head a few times, until the person beside her moved, her head cried out again and she raised a hand to her forehead. This was not happening. Not today.

The person moved again and Crystal fought her hang over to search for a name. Any name. She thought back to the night before as she drank, talked, and danced the person was there. Talking to her constantly. She tried to focus on the meeting. She had extended her hand, said her name and the person said...

Crystal nearly jumped out of the bed. Her heart felt like it was going to rip out of her chest and explode. She slipped, grabbing for the covers before her head slammed against the floor. The woman shot up and grabbed her quickly, "You ok?" Crystal's eyes widened.

"Nonononononononononono!" Crystal let go of the woman and her head connected with a sickening thud against the wood floor. She laid there letting it sink it.

The woman peered from the bed, "You obviously aren't ok." She reached out, pulling Crystal back on to the bed, and then the night became clearer. Certainly their nudity wasn't because they were hot, Crystal ran her hands down her face trying to get the images out of her head.

"This didn't happen," she said firmly. "I'm getting married today!"

The woman's eyebrows shot up, "Excuse me? You said nothing about that." Crystal nearly shoved her left hand into the woman's face, but alas there was no ring. "I would have noticed," she said. "Trust me, I'm not that blind."

Crystal's eyes darted all over her room. From the clothes scattered, to the bed side table, to the way the sun reflected on the other woman's skin. "Sarah, right?" she said looking at her. Sarah nodded but didn't say anything. "I'm sorry, Sarah, but...this isn't me. I'm straight. I'm marrying a very nice man today."

"Woah," Sarah's hands raised, "I didn't ask for a relationship or anything."

Crystal looked at her, she was pretty but she was a woman. What had she been drinking the night before, anyway? "I don't want to seem rude, but fuck it. You need to go," Crystal climbed off of the bed and grabbed a robe, quickly throwing it on.

Sarah slid off of the bed and began to redress, Crystal watched silently from the corner. "You know," Sarah said smirking at her, "You seemed to really enjoy it last night. Seven times, if I remember correctly." Then she opened the door and walked out.

Crystal's body almost sagged as she watched Sarah leave. The hangover hit her in full effect right at that second, she cursed herself as she walked into the kitchen for relief from her headache.