Sober

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Abandoned

My morning

Golden rays of a rising sun streamed in the window and across my face pulling me from an alcohol-induced coma. I groaned and tried to roll over and go back to sleep but the damage had been done. My hand slid off the side of the bed as I blindly searched for a bottle, but luck wasn’t with me as all I found were empty.

Sitting up and staring at the clock trying to read the time as the red numbers seem to shimmer before my eyes. I decided that it was too early for a sane person to be awake, but I have never been accused of being that. I stood up and stumbled to the bathroom to empty my bladder and see if maybe I had left a bottle in there.

The bathroom was a bust, so I headed for the kitchen not bothering with a robe. The cold tile of the kitchen floor was a shock to the system, and I realized I was never going back to sleep now. The refrigerator supplied me with a beer, the last in a case and I popped the top thankful that sobriety had been avoided yet again.


Submitted: April 03, 2022

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charlamaye

Good stroy

Sun, April 3rd, 2022 9:15pm

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