Stanley
I wake up the morning after sleeping with Frida, feeling a jumble of emotions.
For years, I had convinced myself that I wasn’t ready to be with another person after what happened to Molly. But now that I have taken the plunge, I feel that I have let go of my fears. Things will be different with Frida.
I try to shake off the lingering feelings of dread as I look over at Frida, still soundly asleep. Her long hair is splayed across the pillow, and her soft breathing fills the room. She looks so peaceful, so beautiful.
Carefully, I slide out of bed and begin to get dressed. As I pull on my shirt, I hear Frida stir behind me. “Where are you going?” she asks groggily.
I turn to face her, unsure of what to say. “I… I just need some fresh air,” I stammer. “I’ll be back soon.”
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