Pass-out*

Pass out. Wake up tomorrow still dressed up

Late morning the sun beaming directly on your face through a crack in the curtains. You try to ignore it for a while, massively hungover from two bottles of wine. After a while the sun forces you to get up. Bleary eyed, barley awake you sit in your dim room thankful for the mostly closed curtains as you strain you eyes, struggling to remember even where you are.

Keeping them closed you do your business in the bathroom without turning on any lights, slowly regaining your memory of flying to Spain and the complementary ****.

"Ohh jeeze. My head," you groan, throat dry and pained to speak. 'I'm in **** need for some coffee,' and with that thought you grab your purse, check for loose cash and step into the hallway then down the elevator.