Memory Loss

The sun was steaming through the balcony doors when I opened my eyes. Wait, balcony doors? The hotel didn’t have a balcony.

A warm, bare arm was draped across my bare middle. Maybe Eric took off his shirt in the night. But where were my clothes? I know I went to sleep in my blue lingerie that Liv insisted I wear.

The bed had cream colored sheets with a sky blue and pitch black stripped comforter. The dressers, side tables, and the vanity were all made of cherry wood. The walls were painted with the same cream color as the sheets. The carpet was pitch black and looked very soft. The ceiling was sky blue with black around the edges. The hotel had an all red theme.

“Morning,” he breathed into my ear. He pulled me closer. That voice sounded familiar, like I hadn’t heard it in a while and it had aged a few years.

It wasn’t Eric’s voice.

I slowly, carefully, turned over and looked at the man next to me.

It wasn’t Eric.

Instead of jet black hair, I see dark brown hair. I saw tanned skin instead of the beautifully paled skin Eric has. This guy had a muscular body but was smaller than Eric. Blue eyes met mine instead of dark brown.

This was not my husband. He was not the man I fell asleep with. He was not the man I married.

So who was he?

And then it hit me. This was Niall Horan, from One Direction, but a few years older. He had to be at least 30.

He smiled, leaned in, and kissed me.

That snapped me out of my daze.

I pushed him off of me and scrambled out of bed. I pulled the comforter with me, since I had no clothes. When the covers came off, I realized that he was naked too. He lazily pulled the sheets over his waist and looked at me with confusion written clearly across his face.

I backed away a few more steps.

“Cat…what’s wrong?” Liv is one of the only people to ever call me Cat. What is going on?

I didn’t reply. I simply screamed.

How did this happen? Where was Eric? It was all some joke. Just wait until everyone jumps out and yells, “Surprise!” I’m still waiting.

‘It’s not going to happen…just face it,’ a voice in my head said.

Maybe I died last night. I mean when I was younger I dreamed of marrying him, but that dream was long ago. Maybe I had a heart attack last night and died. Or maybe I didn’t die and I’m loopy on drugs.

It’s the only logical reason for me to be in bed with him…naked.

“Cathy, sweetheart, stop screaming. You’ll wake the neighbors,” he tried to reason with me. I stopped screaming but backed away even more.

“Did you have another nightmare? Come here,” he said as he moved to the edge of the bed.

“No, stay away from me,” I finally got out. I backed up even more and clutched the comforter around me tighter.

“Sweetheart, the nightmares aren’t real,” he said. He stared at me with a mix of confusion and worry.

“Nightmare?” I screech, “Are you from another planet? What are you doing in my bed?”

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked me up and down. “Are you alright? Why wouldn’t I be in our bed?”

“How did this happen?” I asked outloud. I began to pace a few feet to the right and left, looking at the ground. I suddenly looked up at him again as a thought dawned on me. “Did you get me drunk on my wedding night? That’s it. You got me drunk and I passed out before I found Eric. He never did those things. Oh my God. Whatever happened last night…I didn’t mean anything. What did you do to me?” I rambled on.

“Eric?” he said, cutting off my rambling. “Have you been dreaming about him? You have to stop doing that to yourself. Why are you thinking about him so much lately?”

“Why shouldn’t I think about him?” I retorted.

“Because it’s not good for you to think about him so much. He caused pain and heart break. You shouldn’t stress out about him so much,” he said as he stood up.

I looked away and tightened my hold on the comforter as I yelled, “put some clothes on.”

He laughed and said, “We’ve been married for eight years and you still get flustered when I don’t have clothes.”

I almost dropped the comforter. How could I be married to him? I just married Eric yesterday!

“Married? Eight years?” I yelled.

He stopped laughing. I stole a glance at him. He had put on some boxers and a tank top, not great but good enough for me to concentrate. He smiled as he saw me look up.

“Ha ha,” he said. “Very funny.”

I shook my head and screeched, “What is going on?”

He didn’t say anything at first. He just stepped forward with a hand outstretched. I backed away and his hand fell to his side.

“Cat…what’s wrong? Are you sick? Catherine…talk to me,” he said in a small voice, sounding almost scared.

“Of course I’m sick,” I screamed. “I just woke up in bed with you. Now tell me what you did to me last night.”

“I’m sure you can remember all the things we did,” he said with a smirk.

“No I can’t remember,” I screamed. “I think I would remember how I ended up in your bed. What happened to me? What did you do to Eric?”

Notes

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