Sunday, July 12, 2015

100 Words a Day 653

Hints of the night came back to me, mostly flashes of glasses of diverse shape being brought towards my mouth. This sent my stomach churning and I rolled towards the bucket I, somehow, remembered was at my bedside. The half a turn it required sent my head spinning and the bucket briefly wavered before my watering eyes. My insides continued to gurgle, but nothing came up. I couldn’t decide if I was happy to be spared the agony of vomiting or disappointed to be denied the relief of having vomited. Either way, I resolved never to drink that much again.