The smell of my shampoo. The touch of my bedsheets. Home.
When did I get home?
I was with Luther at the hotel. We were having a good time. I won him over!
He was freshly out of the shower. Did I packed him up got him here?
No.
The phone rang.
I left.
I left Luther. Why? Why would I leave my lover alone?
Who was the one who called me and why can't I remember it?
I wake up staring at the ceiling, and for a few seconds, I don't move.
My head feels heavy, like something is pressing on the inside of my skull.
It's not sharp pain, but it's there, constant and dull, like a background hum I can't ignore. I close my eyes again, hoping it'll fade, but it doesn't.
I try to remember what happened before I ended up here.
Nothing comes.
It's like flipping through empty pages.
I sit up slowly.
My body doesn't hurt, which surprises me.
I expected bruises or something that explained why my brain feels like it's in low-power mode.
All is normal, but this headache—
