It was too much, even for me.
I rolled over and checked my phone,
It blinked some LED crap about messages
as the high sensation of waking turned slow.
The long throb in my temple,
haphazard memories still flickering,
pretty sure we were fucking.
agonizing wallop from a pickled brain.

Snorting something back into my throat,
pulling on pants, I said
“You have to get up, it’s five a.m.”
That was how my day began.