ARIEL.
As I slowly opened my eyes, the sunlight streaming through the curtains felt like a spotlight on my pounding head. Blinking away the grogginess, I tried to piece together the events of last night, only to be met with a fuzzy blur of memories.
The room spun slightly as I sat up, my head throbbing with each movement. “Note to self: less tequila next time, wait I don’t even know what I drank, I can’t tell if it was tequila or anything else, not that I know how to drink myself.”
I muttered to no one in particular, my voice sounding hoarse and raspy.
The faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air, a not-so-gentle reminder of the long night of drinking and revelry. Memories flashed before me like disjointed scenes from a movie—laughter, music, dancing, and a few too many shots that s
