headaches and apologies

 I woke up face down on the couch in my underwear, wondering where I was.  My head felt as if half of the right side of it had been blown off by the cap of the fifth I finished to get here.  I crawled into bed whispering, "are you mad at me or something," which went unanswered.  Trying to get closer I put my arm around her only for her to scoot farther away immediately.  Not remembering what had happened I was sure I moved back out to the couch where I tried to sleep the pounding in my head off.  Worried that I had done something horrific in my black out I dozed in and out of sleep to wake up to sound of zippers zipping and wheels that sounded like roller skates moving across the hardwood floor in the bedroom.  Jumping up, eager to make peace for what I don't remember doing I ran to the bedroom and repeated the earlier question, as if she would answer.  "Did I do something wrong?" I asked certain that I had.  As she turned to walk away all I could say was, "I am sorry"...Which stopped her dead in her tracks to the door, Turning around quickly, but expressionless, she replied, "for what?"  "I don't know," I mumbled still standing in my underwear in the middle of the living room.  "How can you be sorry if you dont know what you did?"  she snapped back, still with a blank expression on her face..."I am tired of your sorry's and your please don't be mad at me...Actions are all I believe from now on..."