fuck up,make up, move on

it was one of those nights when you could tell there was a storm coming
everything was too quiet and there was an electric in the air
the bed was uncomfortable, the pillow was hard and cold
sleep swept over me for a few hours before i was awoken to an unfamiliar touch
as i regained consciousness i realized that the covers were down and my pajama pants had been pulled down to my knees. someone was touching me with something i wasn't sure what. i pretended to roll over in my sleep and pulled the covers up over my body. i could feel something tugging at the covers, i woke up. "matt what are you doing?, Oh i came in to see if i could find my... jumper i think i left it in here before. its 1:30..? oh right yeah well.. anyway how are you? I'm fine and you? yeah I'm great!" we could hear someone coming down the hall, matt dived behind a chair and rolls into a ball. "abby are you alright? yeah I'm fine where is matt?" i look over at the chair "matt get out of here!" she comes over and strokes my hand "its OK are you OK go to sleep" i close my eyes and try to fight back the tears before the door closes and I'm free to cry, sobs over coming my mind. i close my eyes and try to forget.