Romany Knapp

Vine house

7:38am “BETHANY!? Where the fuck is my white blouse?” It’s Saturday morning… Distant shrills of my roommates voice start to fill the house. I’ve slept with my mouth open. My eyes are half glued together from last night’s make up. I try to start moistening my mouth. No use. I peel open my eyes and… Oh God instant headache. Reaching for my life and saviour, I grab my glass of water and start chugging.