Fragments of a Night

My eyes fluttered open to the soft morning light. The sun's sweet glow blanketed my room and warmed my skin. My skin, which was still trembling from your touch. I swallowed, my mouth still tasting of the cheap wine we drank. I licked my lips, my lips still tingling from your lips having met them. I began to remember these fragments from the night before, and smiled.

I probably said and did some things I may not be proud of, but I am sure glad I did them. Without my mistakes, my night wouldn't have been my night. It was perfect in every aspect.

Now where's the coffee, my head it killing me. F****n' hangover.