The Morning After

Jacob, my TA in my dramatic writing class, had us write down a scene with only action and no dialogue. It was an in-class assignment, and this was the first thing that popped into my head. Keep in mind that I write fiction. Thank you.

She opened her eyes and became startled when she realized the bedroom she woke up in was not her own. She looked under the covers to discover that she had apparently slept in her underwear. She reluctantly turns to her right to see who’s bedroom she was in. She sees his face and, him being a handsome man, half smiles with a look of content. She lifts the covers just enough for her to be able to slip out, very carefully maneuvering out of the bed. She doesn’t realize her right leg is a bit entangled in the sheets and ends up falling onto the floor in the least graceful, least quiet way possible. She quickly peeks over the side of the bed trying to hide behind it. The man simply rolls over but does not wake. She lets out a sigh of relief and begins to search for her clothes and various belongings. She finds her dress, shoes, and cell phone quickly. She puts on her dress and her shoes, and clutches her cell phone in her right hand. She looks around the room, seemingly bewildered. Then she sees them. Her keys are right next to the man’s face on his night stand. She mouths the word “Fuck!” raises then drops her hands in frustration then puts her left had to her forehead thinking. Having formulated a plan in her head, she takes her shoes back off, holds them in her right hand with her cell phone and very quietly and slowly tip toes in the direction of her keys. She accidentally stubs her toe on the corner of the bed. She lets out an “Ow!” quite loudly then quickly covers her mouth with her left hand and completely stops moving. Again the man stirs but is not awakened. She takes her hand off her face and sighs again. She inches closer and closer to her keys and with her left thumb and index finger picks them up making sure not to move and have them make noise. She lifts them and brings them closer to her body. Then with her shoes, phone and keys clutched tightly to her body she tip toes backwards toward the door. The man stirs again. She stops moving and tightly closes her eyes wishing him not to wake. He begins to snore, she opens her right eye, then her left. The man is still obviously asleep. She makes it to the door and she opens it quickly but quietly. She turns to exit, and then sees that the man is awake, sitting up, and looking at her.