Before I Go To Sleep [antikvár]

The bedroom is strange. Unfamiliar. I don't know where Iam, how I came to be here. I don't know how I'm going toget home.I have spent the night here. I was woken by a woman'svoice - at first I thought she was in bed with me, but thenrealized she was reading the news and I was hearing a radioalarm - and when I opened my eyes I found myself here. Inthis room I don't recognize.My eyes adjust and I look around in the near dark. Adressing gown hangs off the back of the wardrobe door -suitable for a woman, but someone much older than I am- and some dark-coloured trousers are folded neatly over theback of a chair at the dressing table, but I can make out littleelse. The alarm clock looks complicated, but I find a buttonand manage to silence it.It is then that I hear a juddering intake of breath behind meand realize I am not alone. I turn round. I see an expanse ofskin and dark hair, flecked with white. A man. He has his leftarm outside the covers and there is a gold band on the thirdfinger of the hand. I suppress a groan. So this one is not onlyold and grey, I think, but also married. Not only have Iscrewed a married man, but I have done so in what I amguessing is his home, in the bed he must usually share withhis wife. I lie back to gather myself. I ought to be ashamed.