Tuesday Regrets

Ann lay in bed listening to Brandon's breathing as he lay sleeping. The sun was starting to illuminate the room, but it was cold enough that Ann could see her breath as she lay on her side, back to her son. Her head hurt and she felt nauseous, whether from the hangover or thinking about what she did last night she wasn't sure. She thought back to the kissing and heavy petting and understood how they got there. It was natural to crave that kind of intimacy from someone else and the snowstorm created a feeling of isolation and respite from the troubles of a busy world outside....