Drunken stupor
I wake up to the blinding glare Of the sun. It burns my eyes, sending a searing stab of fire to my brain.
I groan, roll onto my side, but the movement makes me sick.
I open mh mouth, just barely making it over my bed in time.
What the hell did I do last night!?
I remember lights…lots of those, yes. Flashing lights, bright ones.
Maybe that’s why my eyes are so sensitive?
I smack my lips, hating the leftover taste of sour vomit.
I need a drink…but nothing alchohal related.
I had enough of that last night.
I roll my head to the side, gazing blankly at the wall.
There is something there…something black that stands out against the white.
What the fuck?
I squint up at the strange markings, my brain slow. Amd then I remember.
There is writing on the wall!!
Now if only I knew how to read…
Read…yes, I used to love reading. I can remember that.
So why can’t I now? What the hell happened last night?
I can’t remember, for the life of me I can’t remember!
All I remember is lights…and a man’s face.
A man? Yes, I confirm. A man.
A man, lights, and a drink.
What the hell happened last night?
Jia
