I Do Regret More Than I Admit

"Who's under there?"

Tap, tap

A recognized voice pummeled me. I opened my eyes, trying to brace myself of who it might be, but I saw nothing. Literally my head swam in darkness, who turned off the bright and shiney sun?

"I hope you're not a transvestite," John's voice sounded worried. I swiftly turned my head from left to right, no John in sight though. I swore if it turned out to be some type of awkward dream, it would be pretty awkward.

"John?" My weary voice spoke. I heard a tiny squeal slip up from his mouth, too bad I couldn't see him.

Tap, tap

The taps sounded from on top of my head, but yet again I noticed absolutely nothing in front of me. I hoped on my dead kitty, Mitten's, grave that I was not blind or even dead for that part. Then I suddenly noticed that there was some kind of mask or head type thing covering my eye sight. Close one.

I slowly slid the furry head off, noticng the blinding sun practically killing my eyeballs. After my eyes adjusted to morning I notice John's curious eyes staring down at me. Hammers pounded my brain as I tried to regain my focus.

"Oh thank goodness! I thought you might've been some random transvestite," John practically suffocated me as his arms wrapped around me. The wind brushed against my bare skin, signaling that I didn't have any clothes on. That led to a scream tearing from my lungs.

"Get off of me! Get away," I chucked pillows at his face and body, forcing him to leave me alone. "Don't look at me you stupid pervert!"

"Gabby stop," he held his hands up, trying to block that pretty face.

What the hell did I do?

I did John O, lovely.