Austin
- 4 days ago -
The world is spinning.
I clutch my temples.
The throbbing intensified as I attempted to move.
The floor is tilting, constantly shifting. I reach out to steady myself.
I know it will get worse when I open my eyes so I keep them closed.
I haven’t been this hungover in a while. It’s definitely disorienting.
I blink my eyes and even my thoughts come in choppy.
It’s dark. Very dark.
And cold.
Once my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I try to get my senses in order.
I know I’m in bed. The sheets are cold and soft.
I try to feel around but the pounding in my head is not letting up.
Every movement fucking hurts.
With all my remaining energy, I sit up and immediately, my world is tilting.
I grasp onto the fluffy duvet.
It’s my only lifeline while everything else is spinning.
Oh, I’m in my room. My old room.
I clutch my head and bow down, resting my throbbing forehead on my knees.
Wishing this migraine to go away.