Last night had been full of angry dreams.
One was of an old crush. One was of serial killers finding redemption. One of work.
I had been in a deep sleep, laying on my back when I caught the scent of men’s cologne. I smiled sleepily, rolled over onto my side reaching for him, “you smell so good” I murmured.
The confusion began to chase the sleep away. Him?
My brain was trying to get me to wake up. But I was happy. I was snuggling up to my love.
There was no one supposed to be here. Beside me.
I bolted up, afraid of what my brain was telling me.
I was alone.
I knew I smelled cologne.
It was quite strong. Enough to trigger my fight or flight responses.
I smelled my sheets. My pillow. My comforter. Myself.
I laid back down.
When I woke up BobCageyon by The Tragedically Hip was on my mind.