I'm pretty sure I don't sleep in beds I'm not invited into. [It was hard enough getting him into a bed, some nights. Although if he was drunk enough ...
He sits on the bed, ignoring the other occupant for a moment, and tries to remember what happened last night. Blurred memories, laughing, and a surprising lack of other-people-dream memories. He rubs his forehead, trying to bring some memories back, and sees a glint of gold.
Suddenly, he remembers more than he really wants to. He sneaks a look at her hand and, yes, there it was. Matching wedding band]
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He sits on the bed, ignoring the other occupant for a moment, and tries to remember what happened last night. Blurred memories, laughing, and a surprising lack of other-people-dream memories. He rubs his forehead, trying to bring some memories back, and sees a glint of gold.
Suddenly, he remembers more than he really wants to. He sneaks a look at her hand and, yes, there it was. Matching wedding band]
Now I'm pretty sure I was invited in.