You awaken to the chill of the cold air as it caresses your skin. A blanket loosely wrapped around you, your eyes flutter open and shut as you face the emptiness in the room that greats you. He's gone, You're alone. You foolishly call out to him hoping for a response. However the reality sets in, You feel so empty.

You wrap the blanket around you tightly. You sigh as you crawl off the couch. You look back at the couch fighting back your tears. Did it really even happen? Was he really here? A smile crosses your face and you almost jump so high you crash into the ceiling grabbing the paper embracing it you sequel. Pulling it back to read it again. Scratched out in black pen it read thank you for a great time playmate.

Returning from work that night. You make your way into the darkness of your apartment hoping he will be there. Reaching for the light switch your spirit weakens as there is no mystery man there to stop you. The light is bright and harsh. And it casts no shadows on your bittersweet memories.
"Easy come easy go" you say aloud. Throwing yourself on the couch, the very same place you last felt his touch a smile crosses your face again as you glance at the note on the coffee table. The one solid bit of proof that it was so much more than just a dream.

The next weeks that pass have been nothing more than normal. You have worked, and even managed to have a girls night out and get entirely to drunk. You go home night after night to a great memory. You have kept the note of course so from time to time you pull it out and stare at it. it never fails to make you smile. You never bothered to tell anyone what happened. Those are your memories and you are going to keep them that way.

Driving home with your window down, the warm summer wind kisses your neck as it blows through your hair. Your favorite song plays loud on the radio as you sing along. It's such a nice night you almost think its a shame to go home and spend it indoors. It's been a long day though and your tired. "facebook, shower then bed." You announce to yourself. Making your way through the door into your darkened house you reach for the light switch and hear a all to familiar voice hiss out "Stop"