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I had a dream last night. I can’t remember what it was about, but I woke up in a cold sweat and with my heart pounding like a jackhammer against my ribcage. I sat up and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. My eyes adjusted to the dark room and I could just barely make out the outline of my boyfriend’s form lying next to me. Well, ex-boyfriend. When I left, he probably had no idea I’d ever done anything with anyone else, except for that one time when we were fifteen and thought it would be funny to try anal for the first time. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

I looked at the clock and tried to remember where I was supposed to be in the morning. Oh yes, orientation at York St John’s University. It was four thirty in the morning and I wasn’t going to get much rest after taking this long to fall asleep again. I looked over at my boyfriend one last time before deciding that it was too early to get out of bed anyway, so why not get back under the covers and try again? After all, there was no way that I would be able to get up if I laid there any longer anyway.

I inched over towards him on the bed and put my arm around his waist as he slept on his side facing away from me. He snored softly in his sleep, which was something that used to drive me crazy when we first started dating but now seemed endearing somehow. His breathing slowed after a few minutes and then stopped altogether. He had stopped snoring entirely since our break up anyway, so maybe there was more truth in that than I realized.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling fan as it lazily spun around. This would have been my first night sleeping alone in quite a while if things had worked out differently between us. Instead, there was another girl involved somewhere along the way who he never bothered to tell me about until it was too late. He called me afterward crying hysterically because she dumped him while they were vacationing together in Mexico over Christmas break. Hasn’t she heard of Skype?

We didn’t talk for weeks on end after that and only recently got back together after realizing how much we loved each other during New Years Eve celebrations at his parents house. It felt like we were teenagers again - drunk off our asses after an entire night of partying, flirting with each other every chance we got until we finally gave into temptation around three o’clock in the morning when everyone else finally went home or fell asleep upstairs on the couches in their living room.

It may have been juvenile of us, but sometimes it felt good just being young and reckless again without having responsibilities or real life weighing us down like an anchor chained to someone’s leg so they couldn’t swim away from danger should they run into any trouble in their travels through life. That part of our lives was behind us now though - well, mostly anyway - so it was time for some new adventures!

I smiled at my ex-boyfriend as he slept soundly beside me half-covered by my blanket with his face turned toward mine as he lightly snored once more with his mouth slightly open and dreamt whatever dreams men dreamed of when they closed their eyes at night while women were still awake thinking about them instead of caring for children or working full-time jobs or doing laundry or going grocery shopping or whatever else regular people did when they weren’t sleeping or dreaming strange dreams or plotting revenge ten years later against someone who hurt them or carrying on affairs while they were away without telling them until they finally found out by accident six months later while on vacation themselves!

Yes, revenge is indeed sweet because you never forget how you were treated wrongfully by someone else who you trusted with your heart and soul! How dare he cheat on me with someone else? Cheating is never acceptable no matter what anybody says! If he wants to cheat on himself then fine but don’t cheat on somebody else unless you want revenge thrown right back into your face ten years later when you least expect it! What goes around comes around! Karma is a bitch! Payback is hell! Revenge is sweet! And so forth... You get the idea...

As soon as the sun rose over the horizon and peered through my bedroom window curtains illuminating everything in its wake with its vibrant orange hues like a little kid standing at attention waiting for mommy to give them permission to start jumping up and down on her bed excitedly shouting “let's play some games today mama! Yay!! Yay!!! YAY!!!” we all got dressed one-by-one putting our clothes back on from last night as if nothing happened whatsoever then went downstairs for breakfast together before heading off towards work where I would meet my new boss Ms Lilian Sikes in person for the first time today before getting started with orientation class!