Another Emergency

I was lying there on the dirty, cold floor, completely exhausted. My whole body felt like I'd been run over by a steamroller. My muscles were as soft as jelly, and my head felt like something between a supernova and a dazzling starry sky. I moaned quietly to myself, sounding more like an exhausted exhalation after a night that was far too intense.

And yet there was this crazy feeling of being happy.

Do you know that feeling when you're completely exhausted, but inside you're still floating on cloud nine?

Everything was blurry: blue lights, voices, footsteps around me.

I even had to giggle.

I just thought to myself, confused: The police officer really knows how to take someone away, I have to give him that. Maybe I should ask for his badge number in case I have another “emergency” like this – completely wiped out from the night. An emergency like before, I mean, when I was sitting alone in the alley and desperately needed to get laid.

That probably means my head is still in party mode. Totally crazy. Just me, the alley, the intoxication... and no idea where to go.

Hey, that night was really unique.