Sleeping Properly.

Last night I was tipsy. He was tipsy too, and he confessed he had a "crush" on me. We were taking care of someone else at the time so I brushed it off. He drank more, and more, and he was drunk. I woke up to the sound of him coming in, felt him rest his head on mine. As I lay sideways pretending to still be asleep, he kissed my neck, up to my ear, my cheek. I stretched and managed to get him off. I heard him whisper, "Fuck," probably thinking I was wasted.

In the morning I laid next to another guy, because he had the warmest blanket. In a trailer full of people, you'd think I felt safer. He started touching my legs, and i punched him when he placed his hand below my stomach. I just balled my hand up in a fist. Didn't actually punch, just lightly placed it on his cheek, you know, to be "playful." He looked at me and asked, "No?" I answered, "No." This routine repeated itself three times before i pulled him closer and hugged him in a way that his hand would have to be around my back rather than between my legs. We fell asleep for a bit but I was still extremely uneasy.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but both things happened within 5 hours of each other. That shouldn't be right. This is horribly worded but I can't find the right words to explain it right now. I just knew I wanted to write about it. Sorry.