fiction.
i was chasing the devil at this point. somewhere between my eyes, blurry with sleep, and and the coughing pains. I had forgotten where i was for just a moment. At first all i saw was the white grain of the bedsheets which was stained with ashes. I rub my eyes which actually makes things worse. the blur of the bedroom also pulses in and out in a throbbing painful sort of way. whoever arranged this bedroom must have had something against drunks because i hit my leg on the night stand as i slide out of the bed. I’m on the floor now clutching my leg. it hurts more if i think about it, i know, but at the moment i just try to gather my own thoughts. Crawling towards the bathroom, i decide to get up on my feet. about halfway past my knees I stumble and hold onto the wall. the bathroom smells like I missed. the tile floor feels like it too. mmm, aspirin. what would i do without these blessed little pills…I take three, because i figure the prescribed amount of two wont be enough. Now all i have to do is wait…and wait. I guess i could do something while i wait. lay down maybe. the bedsheets are wet by the way so, i don’t enjoy laying down. FYI. what did i drink last night? lets see. around me is a decent sized bottle of kessler, a few m.g.d.’s, and a popper of tequila. a decent night, i would say. That’s when my vomit meets the spread of urine on my bedsheets. I wonder if ill lose my deposit… who is that on the floor? oh shit. I almost forgot about that guy.
