The morning after[open]

You feel miserable, you don't exactly know why, but you do. You've got a hangover from too much fun the night before and your head is pounding. You lie back on your soft, plush bed and close your eyes. The sun, though, is shining in your face and making your headache worse. You sigh before getting up and closing the blinds, shading the room in darkness. Much better you think. You lie back down on your bed and close your eyes. You think about the party from the night before, you'd worked at the party as a pole dancer, that was your way of life. You couldn't quite remember how you'd gotten home or if anything had happened after 11, you hoped nothing had happened. You feel your headache starting to subside thanks to the pills you'd taken for that very reason and decide you should probably get up and hydrate yourself.

You pad down the stairs of your townhouse that you share with your roommate and go into the kitchen, where you get a glass of water and chug it back. Feeling a bit better, you search for something to eat. Finding some cereal, you pour it into a bowl and add some milk before sitting at the table and eating. just as you're finishing, your roommate comes in. She's in her pj's and a robe. She smiles sleepily at you before getting something for herself. "crazy party hey?" she says. You nod. Then the question comes up. "What happened last night, I don't remember anything?" you ask. Your roommate lets you know that you fell asleep and nothing else happened. You feel relief wash through you momentarily before the doorbell rings. You get up and walk towards the door, wondering who it could be this early in the morning.