You Made Your Bed

Layla

This is the moment I started freaking out. The room suddenly felt smaller; I gasped for air, holding my chest. "No, no, no. Are you... God." I said as I placed my hands on my head, closing my eyes and feeling stupid beyond belief.

I can't help this is happening to me. I... I can not be married to him. No!

Daniel sat, his hands resting on his knees and looking down. "Daniel, say something. Tell me we didn't just do something so stupid as getting married last night?" I wanted him to say this was a joke. I was ready for it; I was prepared to hear those words.

He begins to nod; then, he starts chuckling as if he's heard the funniest joke in the world. "Daniel!"

He throws his head back, still laughing and nodding in disbelief. "This isn't funny! Tell me this is a joke?" I began thinking like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

He gets up and pulls me into a hug, kissing my forehead. "This isn't happening," I say, whining, placing my hands on his chest. "How can you let this happen?"