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‘Weddings are always fun,’ Connor smiled after my mum had finished telling him the story about the Indian wedding, she attended when an elephant stepped on the train of her sari dress and almost unravelled it, which would have left her naked in front of everyone.
I’m still smiling as I close out our conversation and crank up the music on my computer, halfheartedly sing-humming along to the songs I know and scrolling through the pictures I’ve taken so far this summer. I start at the beginning, my mouth watering at the rich texture of my first gelato. I’m transported back to the streets of Rome when I come to the picture of a quiet alley draped in ivy, then the Pantheon, and the Colosseum. I ache for that first day, everything about it.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I’m not a morning person. Understatement.
My hand couldn’t seem to muster the energy to turn off the alarm. It picked at the covers. The blanket felt wrong.
This isn’t my bed.
The realization makes me uneasy. I must have crashed somewhere else. I hoped I’d remembered to call my mom. I felt a ripple of worry. If not, I was going to be in deep shit for not coming home. She was already made about…