Snow Angels - Part 4

The naked man from the bed just walked in to the bathroom, stopped at me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then he said:
“You really slept for long this time. I was actually a bit worried for you.”

The man besides me had the bluest eyes I have ever seen. It was like they could look just through me. But strangely enough I did not feel really scared. Even if he were completely nude and I had not the faintest idea of who he was.
Or who I was for that matter.

Oh God! I suddenly realized that I also stood there in the nude, together with a complete stranger. I immediately grabbed a towel and wrapped it around me.

“Why so shy all of a sudden? He said with a big smile.

“I tend not to be naked in front of a complete stranger.” I said and aimed for the door.

“Complete stranger is a bit of a stretch. But I must say you really do look good naked, honey”
He responded and went for the toilet

When I closed the door behind me he shouted:
“Why such A hurry? Maybe we can take a shower together later?”
“I don’t think so!”

This is just too absurd, for even imagine in a dream. I now I have to live it!

I have to get dressed and leave as soon as possible. Where could I have left the rest of my clothes? I can’t go out in the silk dress I slept in, it looks really horrible now.
Hope I find more of my clothes somewhere.

My headache was at least getting better but I still felt like a train wreck. There where two more doors to the room. I tried one. It was a rather big walk in closet.
I lit the lamp on the ceiling and went in for a look.

On one side there were a lot of jeans, jackets, overalls and t-shirts, and on the other side some racecar helmets with the text written in gold print, William “Wild Bill” Ladoga. And then there were an eagle spreading it wings over the name.
There were also some hats of different types and a lot of shoes, most serious boots and various kinds of sneakers.

No dresses or skirts so far, and no shoes for women. This was definitely not my home. Maybe I had brought a bag with me, or something like that?

There was also a wardrobe in the closet so I opened it. But the only thing I could find was men underwear, socks and t-shirts. I returned to the bedroom.

Then I went looking around in the room, but no bag or other stuff that could be mine, just one pair of women shoe’s, in my size but they where not my style at all, these where really high-heeled. So I guess they had to be mine.

Why had I changed so much? I now seamed to live with a man I would never even look at in New York. And he talked to me like we have known each other for some time. I obviously had cut my already short her and dyed it black. Then I had for some reason got me two tattoos on my ankles.

What on earth have happened to me?