Troubles again...

I went back to my apartment as soon as my mind functioned good enough to find a door… that was about an hour after Tom left.

I took a shower, and flopped on a bed but I was far from being calm and much further from falling asleep. The shower didn’t help to get his smell off me, and the visions from what happened in his apartment filled my brain with every single breath. It was almost surreal, like all of my sensory neurons were designed to remember the sense of his caress. I could feel them even now, to the point when I got shivers after my skin touched the bed sheets.