The bedroom was dark when I
awoken.
I think I did it again.
The only thing present to me
from the start was a numb pounding in my head, which happens after…
My hands ached, as if I’d beat
the pavement. My bed felt cold and wet. Something sticky had matted my hair to
the side of my face. As I lifted my hand into the bit of light seeping in the
room, it only took me a split second to realize it was blood. Remnants of the
evening came to me in snapshot flashes.
I remember going to the bar.
I remember meeting a guy –did he buy me a drink?
How did I get back home?
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