Time for a drabble. Aheila's drabble day prompt this week is train with extra brownie points for a wreck. Here you go!
The light blinds me through my eyelids. My head is throbbing.
Throbbing to the beat of that song stuck in my head,
that song I danced to with that guy,
that guy with the messy shag of hair,
that hair I wanted to rub my fingers through...
What a party!
I stretch and shuffle to the bathroom.
Mirror, do not show myself to me.
I know my mascara has run
and my lipstick is smeared
and my hair is shooting at opposing angles.
When I emerge, my yawn is interrupted and my eyes pop awake, splattering sleepy crust.
"Woah, babe, you look like a..."
"Don't say it!"