Awakening

Waking, I realize that I am not where I usually go to sleep.

Awakening with no recollection of the young lady that is laying next to me, is not an altogether unusual occurrence.

Cautiously I stand. Turning and attempting to soundlessly move away from my new bed mate, wondering the whole time, “What did I drink last night to make me awaken cuddled up naked, next to a dragon?”

JL Lahey

(this weeks prompt was from Jeanne Neale)