The next time I woke up the room was considerably brighter. Damn it, time to get up. My head was pounding and I had an acrid taste of alcohol in my mouth. Each movement of my body took so much more effort than normal. My body was sweaty and was starting to smell.
I looked around at the room and wondered how I had managed to get in the bed with such artistry while intoxicated. Having a woman in the bed had been a great motivator. I was really pleased with myself. Slowly, I began the arduous task of getting dressed using a system I had developed over the years. Slide to the left, pull up the pants and slide to the right. You get the drift, very exciting stuff
Painstakingly, I continued to get dressed and finally managed to sit back in my electric chair. Good lad. The hard part was done. I went to the table. She had left me her name and number as promised. I put it on my phone and checked the time. It was only 10am. I’d message her later.
A quick wash of the teeth and some deodorant to give a nice refreshed smell was then in order. I decided that shaving wasn’t worth the hassle with the way I was feeling at the time.
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