morning call [avriel & flynn]
Jan 3, 2023 10:46:23 GMT -5
Post by frankel on Jan 3, 2023 10:46:23 GMT -5
Is this bed mine? My mind is trapped below a fluffy duck feather stuffed duvet and my body will not wake up to push the covers to one side. How even did I get here? One moment I was ordering a small glass of wine recommended by Annie. Then I am in another bar, then another and another…and now somehow, I am in bed. Am I actually in bed or is this a symptom of intoxication? Never have I ever been this bad before, maybe a little cheery after a few glasses of champagne but never to the point of questioning my existence…
Ugh, my head!
All the way across my temples, there is a thudding sensation and despite being half asleep laid down, somehow, I am having a dizzy spell…
Damn, I am thirsty!
The dehydration knocks my body up a gear, finally some movement in my limbs. My right (or maybe it is my left?) hand reaches out to my bedside tables. I always have a full glass of water beside me, sudden dry mouth in the middle of the night seems to be a side effect of the radiation/post-arena syndrome. My fingers hit a glass; it feels light. I tip it back through my cracked peeling lips and…it is empty! Fuck, who even got me to my bed last night? I need to give Annie a call.
But not right now, it is barely 7am. I gotta sleep…
Bang bang bang!
Who d’fuck is knocking on the door at this time? There is no planned Capitol appointment until later in the afternoon, they have me stood with a fake smile during the daily Rose Plague bulletins. My presence supposedly helps boost morale and the likelihood of citizens abiding by the social distancing measures. I’d like to see the stats on that to be honest…but none are scheduled for this time of day!
I eventually slide from under the duvet covers as the door bangs again, a little louder this time. ”Okay okay, I am coming. Just wait…” I call, struggling to maneuver in the sneakers I was too wasted to remove from my feet last night. I am still in the same clothes, how gross is that! I catch a glimpse of my appearance in the mirror in the opened bathroom as I walk by. My hair has been hit by some kind of fuzzy nuke, there is no way I have time to tame it before opening the door.
”Avriel? It is so early…” I rub both my eyes, making sure it is exactly who I think it is. ”What’s up, have you wet the bed?”