''I awoke and turned over to try and determine where I was. An
unfamiliar bed, against an unfamiliar gray wall. The bed was quite
large. I was lying on the left side of the bed, and the right side
of the bed radiated warmth. The right top corner of the blanket was
turned down, as if someone has just climbed out. I heard someone
humming in the next room. I imagined a red-headed woman. On the
night table, was a fmailiar sight, my journal. The door opened
slowly. Beautiful long black hair. 'We had quite a night. This
morning you just completely passed out on me.' ''
As I wrote my idea for the last scene in my journal, I wondered if
the end left too many questions unanswered.
The End
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