9:48 A.M.

what happens the morning after

9:48 A.M.

Fanta sunrise

Drips through the shades

Painting the walls in geometrics

Outside the cool mountain air slowly simmers, building to mid-day boil

I

Lay cross-wise in an endless daze

While memories of last night flutter past like playing cards

The iron grip of pain and confusion creeps up my sheets

But is overridden by the urge to pee

I

Rise, and while I stand over the rim

The left side of my dehydrated brain says to the right side,

“What the hell happened?”

The right side remains mute

so I begin my morning

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This was interesting. I liked the flow. Thanks for sharing. :)

[River Wilson]

This is geniouse!

[C]

I can feel that syrupy orange heat in your words.

[deepshade]

haha! not bad. a little confusing at the beginning but flowed well.

[Hellslastwarrior]

Lol looooks like someones got a hang over! :P

[Natalie]

Wow! It was petty surprising towards the end, just how the tone changes and all. This was great and well described. Looved it :D Made me laugh too

[Ruth]

A unique way to voice the morning!
Beautifully done too love:)
Have to say, the first two lines blew me away!
AWESOME
xx

[Cassiopia Summers]

Haha, I like this, It's really good. (:

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

Love the style. Very good.

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the beginning fanta surprise..very clever imagery created here.. loved how you phrased this, jealous!! The ending is magic..why do feel I have been here before? LOL