Waking up in the morning. Expectation: As the morning sun's first rays caressed her luminescent skin, she smiled a half smile as his hands gently removed the golden locks of hair covering her face. She opened her eyes that shone like diamonds, and as he moved closer to caress her, he couldn't help but think how he loved the scent of her.
Reality: As she snoozed her alarm for the nth time that morning, f**k were the very first words that came out of her mouth, repeatedly. Looking at the endless missed calls and texts on her phone, she knew she was late for work yet again. Perhaps it was time to accept that "Just one drink" was indeed a myth after all.