<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Don't head home she says, almost pleadingly. She even offers pj's and a change of clothes in the morning. What do I do? She said it herself, we were very close to a path of regret, and we got there without even realizing it. If I stay the night, in her pajamas and in her guest room, isn't that just one more step towards that path? <br/><br/>But it's late too, and I've been drinking. Drunk gurl on the streets late at night sounds like an even worse idea. So what then? Call Steffy to come pick me up? No. Bad idea. For one, she'd be wondering about the empty wine bottle and the pervasive scent of the candles. For two, she would wonder just why it is I had to call her, when very clearly I'm safe here. That's option is out. No good options come to mind. <br/><br/>*sigh* "Ok, I'll stay but ... No I'll just sleep in this. I don't need to be heading to your bedroom, and trying on your nighties. Sorry, I just can't. It'll be fine, promise. I actually have some romper pj's that are reallllly comfy. I'll just pretend these are them. Heh heh."<br/><br/>"I'm uhh, just gonna go text Steffy quick ... confirm that I'm staying here."<br/><br/>I walk out and head to the living room and send Steffy another text. She's probably sleeping by now anyway, but ... Anyway, I put my phone away, walk to the window and stare at the moon. Hard to believe that things could ever be so chaotic and complicated when staring out with the windows closed. It looks so peaceful, and beautiful. <br/><br/>I know though, that if I opened the window, all the noise from everyone else's chaos would ruin the peaceful illusion. There'd be the hum of the road noise, the occasional horn honking, people laughing, others yelling, police sirens in the distance. So I leave the window closed, content to enjoy a peaceful vision, and ignore the ugly reality.</span>