- Buzz. I twitch. Buzz. It nags. Buzz. I slap it off of the night stand. Now it's quiet. "Stupid alarm clock." I sigh.. "Finally morning." Relief sweeps through me. But why? I sit up slowly as the aches taunt me. I'm alone. Am I suppose to be alone? Rubbing my eyes, something rough touches my face. My hands. A strange bandage hugs my left, while the palm of my right is scrapped, red, and swollen.
- What happened? I wonder.. Then, as if played back on film, the previous day's events flash before my eyes. The car accident, the fight, the guilt.. And it all started with a soft kiss on my head yesterday morning.