It was a Saturday. I woke up to find myself in my girlfriend's room. I don't know what happened the night before or how I got here. I looked at the clock... 1:00 a.m. My parents were gonna kill me when I got home. So I figured, why not wait until morning. I roll over to put my arm around my girlfriend, only to discover that she's not there. I wondered where she could have gone. Then I thought to myself, "Maybe she went to the bathroom. Yeah, that's it." And I rolled over and went to sleep.
The next morning, I wake up around 9:00 a.m. to learn that my girlfriend still wasn't in bed. I got up and went to the living room to face her parents and ask where their daughter was, only to find that they were gone too... Where the hell could everyone be? Pondering the thought in my mind, I headed on home to face my parents. I get home, and my parents look at me with tears in their eyes.
"Where the hell have you been, Matt?! We've been worried sick!" My mother said as she embraced me with a hug.
I replied, "I was at my girlfriend's house. I know I should've told you but..." My sentence was cut short.
"Your girlfriend? Son, she moved out yesterday!" My dad said.
Could what he have said been true? Could my girlfriend really have moved out, and I can't remember a thing? All I know is, whatever happened last night, has got me confused...