The sunlight hit my window. Its rays warmed my face, burned my closed eyes. I rolled away from its judging stare. My hand clanged against an empty six pack. Last night’s girl. She tasted good on my lips, felt cool against my skin. She was the third one this week.
My head pounded, mouth dry, my sheets soaked with sweat. I had twenty minutes to get ready for work. Bleary eyed, I sat up, grabbed the can of dip on my night stand and stared at it. My thumbs felt their way across the embossed logo, one thought running through my head. What the fuck am I doing?
I packed the can and threw a pinch in my lip. The wintergreen flavor mixed with the after taste of too many beers, causing my gut to turn. The pounding subsided a bit. I stood up, grabbed my towel and washed the stench of last night’s pain off my aching body.
What the fuck am I doing?
The emotions of the previous night started playing in my head. I wasn’t even sure what the emotions were or where they came from.
Then I saw her. Ice cold and looking good. She seemed like she could tell me where my head was.
My thoughts faded to the present.
I thought about work, girls, life. Each thought more depressing than the last. Each one missing something.
I’m searching for something.
I need a change.