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You don't even realize you are awake at first. But a dry mouth and a churning stomach are usually signs you aren't dreaming or that you've seriously annoyed the Sandman. You open one eye to check. Sunlight streams in. Your body hurts.
You shut your eyes because somehow you link your body hurting with the fact that you had dared open them. With your world in darkness, you try and figure out where you are. The bed feels familiar, so you guess that it belongs to you. That is a good sign. You pat yourself down for injuries. There are none. The second good sign of the morning.
A headache begins to form and with it memories form as well. You remember drinking. In fact, most of your memories involve drink of some form. You remember dancing. You remember a combination of the two, which only ended in spilt drink. A waste of good alcohol.
You decide that eventually you will have to face the music and see daylight, so you take the 'rip the plaster off quick' approach and open your eyes wide. The room is a mess. You see a pizza box and remember buying a pizza in a drunken hunger. You see that your clothes are scattered around the room and wonder why you were walking around your room whilst undressing. And then you see your phone.
It seems like a device used for sending and receiving calls, but you know the truth. It is the device of the devil. You know you used it last night. You remember that. You just don't remember the exact words used. You briefly entertain the notion of just deleting the offending messages and moving on with your life. But curiosity gets the better of you.
You sent lyrics! In your drunken state, somehow you thought that by sending someone the words to a song you will spread the fun you were having. In your mind it'd be exactly the same experience.
And whilst you read the misspelt and embarrassing things you've text, slowly the worse memories of the night come back. The memories that your brain tried really hard to repress.
The fact that you almost decided to sleep in a car park because it had lights on. To your base mind, light meant warmth and so the only reason you didn't break in and curl up is because it would have involved making a leap over a motorway and you didn't want to plummet to your death.
You remember finding an open gate and wandering in, curious, only to get lost in its labyrinthine grounds. To escape, you attempted to climb through a spiky bush and climb a fence, but the plant was so spiky you didn't even make it past the first branch.
You remember all of these things and once again you wish you had never opened your eyes. You send apologetic texts to those people you contacted last night, roll back over and go to sleep.
You hope that if you forget the events of your night out, everyone else will. This thought, and the last of the alcohol coursing through your veins, means that you sleep well.
You shut your eyes because somehow you link your body hurting with the fact that you had dared open them. With your world in darkness, you try and figure out where you are. The bed feels familiar, so you guess that it belongs to you. That is a good sign. You pat yourself down for injuries. There are none. The second good sign of the morning.
A headache begins to form and with it memories form as well. You remember drinking. In fact, most of your memories involve drink of some form. You remember dancing. You remember a combination of the two, which only ended in spilt drink. A waste of good alcohol.
You decide that eventually you will have to face the music and see daylight, so you take the 'rip the plaster off quick' approach and open your eyes wide. The room is a mess. You see a pizza box and remember buying a pizza in a drunken hunger. You see that your clothes are scattered around the room and wonder why you were walking around your room whilst undressing. And then you see your phone.
It seems like a device used for sending and receiving calls, but you know the truth. It is the device of the devil. You know you used it last night. You remember that. You just don't remember the exact words used. You briefly entertain the notion of just deleting the offending messages and moving on with your life. But curiosity gets the better of you.
You sent lyrics! In your drunken state, somehow you thought that by sending someone the words to a song you will spread the fun you were having. In your mind it'd be exactly the same experience.
And whilst you read the misspelt and embarrassing things you've text, slowly the worse memories of the night come back. The memories that your brain tried really hard to repress.
The fact that you almost decided to sleep in a car park because it had lights on. To your base mind, light meant warmth and so the only reason you didn't break in and curl up is because it would have involved making a leap over a motorway and you didn't want to plummet to your death.
You remember finding an open gate and wandering in, curious, only to get lost in its labyrinthine grounds. To escape, you attempted to climb through a spiky bush and climb a fence, but the plant was so spiky you didn't even make it past the first branch.
You remember all of these things and once again you wish you had never opened your eyes. You send apologetic texts to those people you contacted last night, roll back over and go to sleep.
You hope that if you forget the events of your night out, everyone else will. This thought, and the last of the alcohol coursing through your veins, means that you sleep well.
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