The darkness of my dreams cloud my vision,
My head still throbbing to the beat of last nights’ rave.
I had passed out on my pillow,
My face pressed into the back of my head.
Beside me is another party goer,
Her blue spikey, untamed hair tickling and stroking the back of my neck as I stretch an arm out.
She is curled up against my body on the left,
Her warm body, the coffee of the dawn.
There was also two sharp blade like objects digging into the side of my stomach,
I wrap my arm around her,
My mind as fuzzy as the object behind her.
“what the fu—“ I whisper into my pillow
My eyes fully open now, her skin is pale and even asleep/ passed out, she is cute/ hot.
Even the most attractive things can be overlooked by something impossible.
Two deep blue round eyes stare back at me almost comically, we look at each other for two more seconds before we reside to the confines of our share of the bed.
What the hell.
I forced my face into the pillow trying to think.
Nothing came to mind, whatever I had taken last night had really done a number on me.
Way too much cider, merith’s dirty granny apples.
I look back up towards the eyes, behind them was another party goer much similar to the girl beside me except noticeable smaller, I looked at their hands, they had none, just smooth sharp hooves.
Holy crap, I hope what I think happen didn’t happen, or at least not without a video.
To the curse of all things weird, this topped the throne.
There, beside the bed, was my phone, go figure.
I slowly mention to pull away from the girl without disturbing her, unfortunately she comes to,
Only now had I realised that she had drooled onto my shoulder through the night.
Energy drink cans litter the bedspread, it was impossible not to move without making a sound, my breath feels minty and clean, unusual.
she slowly wakes, her eyes glisten in the morning sun, the sun hurts my eyes as it graced the bedroom with warmth, the headache feels like a reel of firecrackers going off inside my head in a constant everlasting loop.
I fell off the side of the bed in attempts to grab the phone.
The empty cans rustle beneath my body as I fall.
Unfortunately, I also took a passenger, the girl is also pulled over with me, luckily for her, only I hit my head and was also graced with a mild concussion.
I come to with getting a cold washer to the face, my whole body is aching beyond feelings now, my hips feel like powder inside my body.
I can barely stand without help, she offer’s me a seat at the table, it was covered in a fluro pink cloth but it is now probably around the neck of another party goer outside somewhere possibly passed out on the footpath.
“hey, are you alright?” her voice is soft like jazz but feels slightly tomboyish, “my mild concussion only slightly delays my answers, I pull a hand over my face to wipe off and blood or drool that might have been, but I am left only feeling my premature moustache.
“I’m sorry, I just- I’m not feeling to well” I said to her
“ha- I remember my first rave, man that was a crazy night, you wouldn’t believe how many chicks there are in this city”
“hey, do you know my name?” I had asked her
“actually no” she had replied
“name’s Ben, you can call me Snowman” I said shaking her hand while caressing my head with my other.
