I woke up to banging on my apartment door. I was naked and alone in my bed. I was confused and looked at the clock.
"Jesus," I muttered to myself. It was 10:15am. I must have slept for over twelve hours. Hell, I didn't even recall falling asleep.
I threw on a white tank top and a pair of shorts. I was caught in that grey area between still drunk and hungover. My steps were uneasy as I walked to the door and opened it.
"Hola!"
It was Javier. I had totally forgotten he was coming by to assemble the bed frame.
"Did I wake you?" Javier asked, his eyes looking at my face and then down to my tits.
"Umm, no," I lied.
I invited him in and showed him to the bedroom, although he needed no guide. The rooms was an absolute mess but I was too hungover to be embarrassed. Javier sat his toolbox down inside my bedroom door while I walked to the bathroom to freshen up.
My eyes were once again bloodshot and the familiar black bags under my eyes had returned. The mirror reflection revealed the thin white tank top I had thrown on was just about see-through.
"No wonder he had glanced down at my tits," I thought to myself.