morning-after vanishings

I have a tendency to flee the houses of other people--regardless of their relationship to me--before daylight, no matter how hung over I still am.

When I was dating, I'm sure that--depending on how the person felt about me--this was met with either relief or consternation. Now that I'm just crashing on friend's couches from time to time, I'm still pulling the same trick--leaving as soon as my synapses sense the change in the light outside my closed eyelids--and it just leaves my pals kinda nonplussed...: "But don't you wanna get breakfast?"


It's a good thing I'm no one's girlfriend, or this behavior would be inexcusable; as it is, I'm just "self-contained."

I guess.