Wake up. Gather your surroundings.
Quietly gather last night's clothes which carry the remnants of *** and Cigarette smoke, as well as the alcohol that was spilt on you.
Try to quietly sneak out, but the floorboard squeaks and he wakes up.
One moment fills an eternity as he meets your eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, something that might be able to make you stay.
You run, run straight out of his room, slamming the door behind you.
Again, you must remember where you are, although it's hard to recognize a house, when the night before it was full of hot sweaty bodies.
Wonder around until you find your way downstairs.
Enter a room full of tired hungover people. Awkwardly smile and leave as they smile and laugh,
Leave the house with flaming cheeks.
Another walk of shame over, another time that you were to scared to say, "Can I please stay."