Oh, it gets better. [ Warming to his subject now. ] I lie there for a few seconds, trying to figure out if I remember anything from last night or have any idea who I'm in bed with, and then I get out of bed.

[ Beat. ]

Slowly. Silently. I manage to get up without waking the other guy, get dressed, see his clothes on the floor and freak out for some reason, then slip out the window.

[ Longer beat. ]

That dog from some of my other memories was there. He was not impressed.