I unlocked the front door and walked in. I sighed as I tossed my coat to the side, "Stupid garage door opener." I muttered to myself, "It just had to blow up with the car, didn't it?"
I fell on my bed and sighed, Bethany West... I thought.
Suddenly, I shuttered, Wait, was I just thinking about women?! Yeah right! I don't have time to get into a relationship, not now. Not again.
I thought back to the time I had a wife, Then that piece of crap left me. Grabbed as much of my money as she could, and took off.
I stood up and stripped down to my underwear, I better get some sleep.
I got in bed and started to sleep.
Bethany West. The name zipped back into my head. I lifted my head, "Why did she have to be so pretty?" I said, almost shouting.
I laid my head back down and started to sleep.
Luckily, I got Bethany out of my mind and began to sleep.
Unfortunately, my thoughts of Bethany weren't over. I had a dream:
Bethany and me were at a restaurant, eating some spaghetti. Suddenly, this four hundred pound guy walks up and tries to grab her, I flip out my gun and shoot him.
Next thing I know I'm in jail. Just my luck.
I woke up, it was 12:00 P.M. "Just my luck."