It was a night in. The soft satin of my sheets reminded me of yesterday evening. I was thinking of what I did with your girlfriend just the day before while you were out at a bar with the guys, probably hitting on air-headed skanks who were drinking Rolling Rock on the dance floor, grinding their skinny, fake-and-baked asses against the growing hard-on you were embarrassed to have.
We did it right there in your bed, the bed the two of you picked out when you decided it was time to move in together. We used the vibrator you bought for her for your first anniversary. She was screaming my name, and right before she came she picked up your favorite picture of the two of you, the one you keep on the nightstand as a reminder of the day you first met, and turned it to face the wall.
It was a night in, and a night to reminisce.