
Shae Brennan
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The little black book
Shit. I did it again. Blacking out is becoming a dangerous habit I need to break. My head ached and my body felt like lead, but I rolled to my side anyway and watched the floor tilt through one barely-open, crusty eye. Shouldn’t have done that. My stomach lurched and I thought of bread and water to try and convince it to stay calm and digest on. It subsided and I convinced myself to open the other eye. Where the fuck am I? Obviously a hotel room, by some miracle. It wasn’t fancy, standard hotel drapes and scratchy, dull carpet; white walls and a random abstract painting to ‘bring the room together.’ Bullshit. Were my standards really this low? The room mocked me and mirrored my choice in men. I needed to get out before the sleeping stranger next to me woke up. The TV was on low volume and the weatherman called for another chilly Spring day. I suppose it will help clear my mind on the walk home though. I glanced at the alarm clock by the boring brown lamp, it read 9:37.
By Shae Brennan5 years ago in Criminal
