A strange man in bed

Tim woke slowly. He had slept long and deeply, and remembered no dreams as he opened his eyes. He stretched long, and bumped a body next to his. Holding himself motionless, he turned his head to his left. There was a man in bed with him. Tim slid from beneath the blankets and stood next to the bed, studying the man. He was young, in his mid twenties, and thin, unshaven. But then, so was Tim. So what was this fellow doing in his bed? Tim looked about. He was most definitely in his own bedroom. The rust colored comforter on the bed had been given to him by his girlfriend, Sarah. The king-sized bed he had purchased two years earlier. “What do you do when you wake up with a strange man in your bed?” he wondered. It would be one thing if he were a woman or gay, but he was straight. At least he thought he was straight. Though there was a man in his bed. What was the man doing in his bed? He couldn’t be setting Tim up for blackmail. Tim had nothing to speak of. No assets. Should he wake the man up? Perhaps Tim should just leave for a time. Surely if he were to return after half a day the man would be gone. Tim decided to leave. Tim was a pure mathematician. He wasn't bitter about his career choice, but wished he made more money. He could have made so much more writing code. Of course now no one wrote code.