One-shot. Another riff on "When I woke up," but not quite an answer to the challenge. Willow Rosenberg was created by Joss Whedon.
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I'm not awake yet.
Oh, don't look at me like that. If I'm awake, I have to face what happened last night. The someone who is in the bed next to me. Don't think he's awake.
Yes, he, if I'm feeling what I think I'm feeling through those boxers he has on.
And that's why I'm not awake.
Because when I wake up, I'll have to explain to him, whoever it is, that last night was just a one-time thing.
When I wake up, I will still be a lesbian. Yes, a lesbian who slept with men -- one man -- in her life. But still a lesbian, with no desire to continue a relationship --
Yes, or marriage. I may have been drunk last night, but I have distinctly hazy (or hazily distinct) memories of standing up and saying I do in a wedding chapel. Vegas has a lot of those, I'm told.
When I wake up, I'll have to do something about that. Because I'm not going to stay married to a man, any man, no matter how nice or wonderful he is, because last night was something of a one-time thing for me.
Getting drunkenly married is not the beginning to some great adventure. It isn't and it won't be, and anyway I have enough great adventures living my life normally. Not many people can tell you they've faced off against the end of the world once; fewer more than once; and hell, I even tried to cause it once. A marriage begun in an alcoholic stupor really doesn't rank.
Gender doesn't play into that part, so much. I wouldn't stay married to a woman under these circumstances either, though that would be easier to deal with considering that gay marriage isn't legal in most states; stupid bigots and their stupid laws.
When I wake up, maybe I'll start doing something about that; but that's in the future, I mean way in the future, and doesn't help me much in the here and now.
Of course, nothing much is, except maybe a vengeance demon, and I'm not reckless enough to go that route.
Not today, anyway.
Mentally, I take a deep breath. Only mentally, you know, because physically, it's kind of noticeable, and I don't want to startle whoever it is next to me.
Of course, we're married, I think, so maybe deep breaths? Not so startling in the grand scheme of things. And it's certainly going to be only his first surprise.
So, physical deep breath.
I hear him groan in the bed next to me. Not a voice I recognize.
Okay, Rosenberg. You've delayed this long enough.
Time to wake up.