[post void]

Hot

not burning, but uncomfortable enough. I open my eyes, the sun invades my room through the cracks in the shades. I left the window open, to let in the cool night air, and now that same gesture left me vulnerable to the sun's punishments.


I don't remember much of anything, besides that I had a lot to drink, but memories don't even have time to clear, cause the drive hits. Thirst, massive thirst, dry and hard to swallow, stench of alcohol rising from beneath. I need water, cold water.


Check my phone, it's 6 in the morning. I considered putting on some music, but all I want is to calm my throat, so I can go back to sleep. Slowly but surely, I sit up, sun scorching my still faded vision. Need to close the window, need to walk to my office and get to the tap in the bathroom.


One foot on the floor at a time, at least the floor is icy. The hard part starts here. It hits when you rise, and it did. I'm still half drunk, half hungover. Queasiness, and being dehydrated never helped. Hold the wall, one step at a time, sun lights the way, mocking me with it's heat.


Hallway looks a mile long, disturbed and distorted lines. The cold floor motivates me, a promise of gelid water, pipes still cold from the fresh night air. Vision not wobbly, but unresponsive, the blur on motion, like a really bad movie trying to hide it's budget.


Wounded warsong in my mind, better this then devil lyric. I'm halfway, groping from wall to wall, just want water. The neighbor's chickens are quiet, a small blessing, but I can hear the cars on the street. Doesn't matter, just a few steps to sweet peace.


Flowing release. Every swig a gelid blessing. One cup wasn't enough, still feel dry, and no patience to wait, so rehash. Soothed, somber. I retread, now confident and without the aid of the geometry. I drop in bed.