Someone that wasn't me

It wasn't me. It wasn't me in his bed. Not me.

I went away last weekend, some work course I had to attend. Came back Monday, he invited me for lunch.

"So, good weekend?"
"Yeah it was okay"
"Any gossip?"
"well....(a lot of non-interesting things etc etc)..and then the night ended with xx walking me home, I think..I cant really remember"
"Haha, you were that drunk then..funny" How was your hangover on Saturday then?"
"Not that bad. I woke up early..with xx in my bed"
"Oh? She slept at yours? What happened between you??"
"Oh nothing, she just slept there. She was fully clothed.."
"What did she say to you in the morning then?"
"She said nothing really"
"Not even goodbye?"
"Oh yes, we chatted, then she left"

Not really gutted..Didn't know what to think..or say..or feel..It just felt weird..that it wasn't me. If I hadn't gone away, this would not have happened. It would have been me. Us. As normal. But it wasn't.

It was someone that wasn't me..

I'm not upset, but I don't like it either.. And if she's out with us ever again I will defo be butting in. Even though I shouldn't. He isn't mine, but he still is. Well, maybe not..but more so than hers anyway...!