Gary fell asleep...when he woke up, he wasn't in his bedroom. He was in the guest room.
"What the...?" Gary asked himself as he looked around the room. "What the hell am I doing in the guest room?" He thought to himself. Gary looked at the clock. It was the middle of the afternoon.
Gary got up and decided to go downstairs.
"Ah Gary, there you are." His wife Lorraine said as she spotted him. "Are you feeling better?" She asked getting up off the sofa.
Gary nodded. He was a bit confused. There was something odd about the way that Lorraine was treating him. "Why was I in the guest room?" He asked.
"Guest room?" Lorraine said, frowning. "I'm not sure what you are talking about."
He took her arm. "Come with me..." he said.
She shook her head, but did. They stood in the hallway at the top of the stairs.
"I fell asleep in there," he said, gesturing to the master bedroom. "And I woke up in there," he said, gesturing to the guest room.
"I did see you stumbling around half asleep and going to the bathroom. You seemed rather out of it, honey," Lorraine said. "But last I saw you, you were in your room," she told him, gesturing toward the guest room.
He walked back into the room he'd vacated only a short while before. It didn't look like a guest room. It looked lived in. With his stuff...and the pink makeup.
"What the..."
(Note: Had something else in mind than Gary being a guest, although may add to that as well. Also means...somewhere else in town there is a guest room where a teenager's bedroom was...)
