Fast forward to the next morning... I wake up in the stranger's bed. He is snoring softly. I try to pick up my clothes and run. Run away from this place where I screwed a stranger. How could I? Mildly I remember the events of yesterday. I remember him opening a bottle of wine and lighting up a joint and I remember drinking and smoking merrily without a care in the world. He made me feel good. He made me feel like a beautiful woman. But this morning...