The sheets are as tangled as my thoughts, each crease is a reflection of my confusion and exhaustion. There are too many emotions to count. One breaks the surface asking to be processed only to be drowned out by another one demanding attention.
I have a sex hangover.
Last night, the sex I had left me feeling empty and unsatisfied. There was no aftercare. I got too lost in the moment to ask for reassurance. I didn’t ask for the pleasure I dished out to be returned in kind. As the day stretches on, fatigue takes over and I go through my daily routine detached from reality. My bones feel heavy and my brain is overwhelmed with its attempts to sort through the events.
