I awoke on my couch, eyes snapping open and fixed on the
grotesque tiki mug sitting on the table. The monster’s black eyes bored into
me, quickening my heart. A whiff of last night’s sweet drink, sickly-sweet this
morning, sent my stomach roiling. Leaping up, I crashed through the apartment and
stumbled into the bathroom. I managed to lift the lid before puking up all of
last night’s bad decisions. I fell groaning away from the toilet. Recovering, I
stood and went to flush the regret away. I stopped when I saw the contents of
the bowl, they were wriggling.
No comments:
Post a Comment