It was last Saturday,

she said she was coming over soon and

I needed help to finish off the bottles.

She at least makes good company, but of course

she couldn’t make it.

So I decided to drink alone,

woke up at noon,

a rainy Sunday with a beautiful hangover.

There was blood stains on the carpet,

looking at my hand, cuts everywhere.                                                                            

“What the hell happened last night?” I look at the time and it’s already 3 PM.

finally getting out of bed,

I get in the kitchen,

i can’t think,

i can feel the saliva coming up my throat,

still i make eggs and toast,

i know I’m going to be sick.

I walk to the washroom, put my head right in the toilet

I finally throw up, clean up in the washroom.

the sickness is all gone, and

I can finally enjoy my cold meal.