Notice the bug on the floor. Focus on how many spots are there. One, two, three... damn he crawled under the door. Count the number of cigarette burns. Five, six, seven... maybe a smoke will help the nausea. Fumble in your jacket pocket to find your pack. There's only two left. But this is a good reason to smoke. Feel in all your pockets for some sort of light. Nothing. Damn. Call out to your love. Get them to bring you a match from the cupboard above the fridge. Watch entranced as they swipe the sulfer head into flames. Ponder at how it always seems easy for them to do that and it usually takes you four to six swipes to ignite the flame in a match.
Inhale the first glorious breath. Cough. Nausea abating a little. Glance up and offer your last smoke to your love. A smile, shake of the head, then they've gone back to the warmth of the house. Too warm in there for you. You need the cold. It's helping clear your head. Think. Why the nausea and dizziness. What could be the cause?
Maybe the drinking from last night. You don't remember how much you had. For that matter you can't remember how you got home. Hope you didn't puke all over yourself. Second thought: hope you didn't puke in your car. You hate the smell of puke. Take a look at what you're wearing. Pair of lounge pants. Overly large, button-up shirt. Comfy clothes. Must have been a bad night.
Put out the smoke. Realize the world's stopped spinning and it's getting a little chilly now. Wander back inside to find some saltines and some water.
posted by Skitz @ 1/16/2005 03:44:00 PM
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