Waking Up

A light gleaming through the window brought me back from my deep, drunken slumber. The first thing I noticed was how massively hungover I was. My headache was the worst pain I’d felt in years. Actually, no. That was an exaggeration. The truck hurt much worse.

Sitting up, the ****-laden stench of my own breath made me want to vomit, but I held on somehow. I took the blanket off of my naked body, rubbing my still crusty eyes. Standing up out of bed, I stretched my stiff limbs until I damn near had a cramp in my calf. With a sigh of relief, I glanced towards the floor, searching for my clothes, but found more than I bargained for...