Your room was illuminated with the glimmering flashes of the morning sun and it brought an unusual irritating pang of pain to you as you directed your gaze to the window. You're forced to squint at everything you look at because of the sudden headache you've been greeted with the moment you woke up. Grumbling just about every foul word you could conjure up, you turn your attention to your nightstand, where a tall bottle of clear, room-temperature-warm vodka stood; mocking you with the knowledge that-- Hey! You can't remember shit from the night before!
'No matter,' you encourage yourself plainly as you removed the covers from your... apparently nude body, triggering another suspicion and self-scorning. You usually slept in some sort of clothing, as long as it covered any part of your body that you felt insecure about; if anything, you'd sleep in your underwear and a long, baggy shirt. But it'd seem that you decided last night to wear absolutely nothing, and you regretted it, seeing how frigid the room was.
The first thing you do is immediately go search for some clothes to cover yourself up; even if you are the only person inhabiting the apartment, you never felt comfortable ever walking out into the center of your living room or into the kitchen with nothing covering you or your delicates. You manage to find a white button-up shirt to cover your torso and a pair of loose shorts before you wander into the hall to grab some Advil, some Tylenol... and whatever pain-killer you could find in your medicine cabinet.
However, as you did such, you continued to patronize yourself for even touching a shot of vodka or any sort of alcohol you hid away to save for special occasions. It wasn't very often that you succumbed to taking a swig of any hard beverage. If anything, you'd have a glass of wine or champagne just for a slight buzz. But drinking so much to the point where you can't even recall what happened hours ago felt demeaning to you, and at the moment, you felt rather embarrassed with yourself.
You were just glad that you didn't vomit everywhere. Or, at least you HOPE you didn't.
Suddenly, you found yourself on the bathroom floor, lying on your back and groaning in pain. 'What the hell happened...?' you ask yourself as you sit up, only to see an unfamiliar piece of clothing lying just centimeters away from your foot. You glare at it cluelessly as if you were trying to find a familiar detail, but alas, your efforts failed.
Wait. You immediately feel the pinch of regret and extreme hope as you get back up and onto your feet and move out into the hallway, scoping out the clothes-covered floor, laying your eyes on your bra lying next to a shirt that you couldn't recall being your own.
'Oh shit, oh shit!' you mentally scream as you follow the trail into your bedroom and open the door with the intense angst coursing throughout your veins when you see another person sitting up in your bed, rubbing their eyes.
You just couldn't believe what you did last night, and you definitely couldn't believe who you spent it with.