Like No Other

Waking up Clueless

"Ummm," I cried out softly thanking God in my mind for getting me home last night.

I never opened my eyes right away after nights like last night. I slept with my head covered because my windows let in all the light to kick my headache to a migraine. It always categorized my hangover to a F5 making it extra miserable.

Damn I bet it's about 3:00 in the afternoon because I don't feel that bad.

"Ummm," I was wrapped in my thick cozy covers. My pillows were so fluffy and by a quick in and out temp test with my hand I must have dropped the thermostat to 65 when I got home. Damn I'm too comfortable it kinda feels like I'm in another bed. I opened my eyes quickly lifting the comforter from my face to ensure that I was home. It was total darkness.

"What the fuck it's still dark outside?"

Let me take my drunk ass to sleep. I smelled bacon and fresh fruit. Was I dreaming? My phone began to vibrate under my pillow. I reached and answered it not looking at it because it scared the hell out of me.

"Who is this?"

"Bitch where you at? I been outside your house for damn near 20 minutes bamming on the door. Get your ass up and open the door. You got me out here in the middle of July baking bitch the temp is at broil. Open the damn door!"

"Trice its nighttime still. I thought you were going with the security guard from Baja?"

"What bitch it ain't nighttime its 12:40 in the afternoon. I did go home with security that's what I came to tell you about, but ho open the door I'm sweating."

"What girl I don't hear no door. Are you going crazy? God, I hope you not trying new drugs other than weed are you on molly talking about you sweatin?

"Hell, no Nikki," shouted Patrice. "Okay I'm bout to do a fuckin ghetto knock with these boots bitch I bet you hear this."

I jumped up suddenly feeling in front of me until I felt drapes and slung them apart blinding myself with sun light. I stepped back wincing my eyes to adjust them. I got a full view of an amazing Miami style backyard making me drop my phone covering my mouth in shock. I paused for a moment. As I quickly scooped my phone up, I noticed I was completely naked.

"Patrice is my car outside?"

"Bitch yes quit playing. You know what? Fuck it I'm out fuck dis shit!"

"How in da fuck girl? I don't know where I am, but I know I'm not home let me call you back."

I ended the call hanging up on her and turned around snatching the sheets off the bed covering myself. Damn this Gucci comforters and pillows I whispered scanning the room. Sixty plus inches JVC Plasma TV, closet empty, somebody cooking breakfast. What the fuck?

I stood there for a moment trying to think and nothing came to mind. Did I get fucked last night I asked myself to look down at my pussy running my fingers through my opening? Knowing damn well I couldn't tell because I'm always wet typically after a night of drinking. Was I drugged? I didn't see my clothes, shoes, or my purse. Shit! I was afraid to see who in the hell is out there cooking breakfast Lord knows it better be a man. Okay, okay calm down Nikki you can't keep asking yourself these questions that you have no answers to.

I gotta get some answers and I gotta get them ASAP. As I turned around I noticed the bathroom door was open so I entered to use it noticing there was a towel, wash cloth, a box of Dove unscented soap, a new tooth brush, tooth paste and an oversized t-shirt. I refused to take a shower or anything until I got some answers, so I rushed out to see whose house I was in. As I got to the bedroom door I reached back onto the bed. I wrapped myself with the sheets as I took a deep breath. I fixed my hair and noticed my breath was kickin' when it bounced off the door and hit me in my face. I decided to go back and at least handle that. When I finished, I poked my head out.