morning light slipped in through the gap in the curtains, stretching quietly across the room and over the tangled sheets. everything still felt a little heavy, like the night had not fully let go yet, music, laughter, and too many drinks lingering in the air. mitch stirred first, not fully waking at once, just shifting slightly under the blankets as cooler air brushed against his skin. that was what made him pause. something felt off. the sheets were twisted around his legs and the bed still held warmth that was not just his.

his eyes opened slowly, blinking up at the ceiling. his room. his bed. then it clicked. he glanced down at himself and realized pretty quickly that he was completely naked. he muttered quietly under his breath, dragging a hand down his face as a dull headache settled in. he tried to piece together anything clear from the night before. the celebration came back first, the saloon packed, music loud, everyone drinking and celebrating dwight being found not guilty. he remembered being on stage, singing, and he remembered seeing you by the bar, calling you up. after that, everything blurred together.

something shifted beside him and mitch stilled, turning his head slowly. there you were, still asleep. he did not move for a second, just watching as the pieces started to fall into place, the drinks, the quieter moments after the music, standing too close. the kiss. he let out a slow breath and ran a hand through his hair, looking away for a moment before glancing back at you. you had not woken, the sheets tangled loosely around both of you.

mitch shifted carefully, trying not to disturb you, pulling the blankets up a little more out of instinct than anything. he leaned back against the headboard, eyes lingering on you for a moment before drifting away again, still trying to sort through what he actually remembered and what he did not.