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Never Again
Written by: tits&tans (Titans)
January 28th 2010 09:32 PM
My encrusted eyelids slowly open, and I quickly force them shut as shafts of sunlight penetrate my pupils like a laser. Why didn’t I shut the bloody curtains last night?

I try again, but this time I can only see a blurred outline of what I assume to be the furniture in my room. Actually, I can’t even be sure this is my bed. I don’t remember having red sheets. Where have I ended up?

My head is throbbing, and I feel as if I’ve been given a good going over by a champion sumo wrestler. What happened last night? I tenderly feel the swollen egg on my forehead. Ouch. Won’t be touching that again any time soon.

I try to shake my head to remove the mist that's currently encasing my brain, but it won’t budge. I try to pull the covers over my head to block out the piercing light that is streaming into the room, but it’s then that I receive a deep, loud warning from my shoulder region. Why would my shoulders hurt? What did happen last night?

I gingerly lift my arm to check just how screwed up my nose actually is, because it feels like it has been pummeled by a gorilla. As my fingers brush the tip of my nose, my head explodes in a lightning storm of pain. I think it may be a little broken. Was there a brawl last night?

I slowly lift my head off the pillow, looking for the ringing noise that awakened me. Nothing. I can’t see any phones. It’s not the doorbell. There are no lights on the stereo over there. Where is the noise? It takes a few minutes for my addled brain to realise that the noise may well be on the inside.

As I selectively focus on the ringing, a deeper, more worrisome sensation emanates from down below. My blood runs cold as I make the connection between the feeling and the anatomical position of its source. Not there, please no. I think I recognise the feeling. Something related to overindulgence and pleasure perhaps? Is there a darker side to this? Something related to overuse? Tentatively I explore the nether region, half-dreading what I may find. Encrustation? Stickiness? Isn’t that contradictory? I decide that’s way too much information.

I slowly extend my right arm, flexing my fingers - are they all there? My fingertips brush against a body. What did I do last night? I quickly twist my neck to see who the hell might be lying there. More lightning bolts! Crikey, my neck hurts as well. Damn, last night must have been quite a session. My vision begins to clear and a naked back swims into focus. Phew! I breathe a sigh of relief from my aching lungs - at least the back is female. But wait, long blonde hair. Oh crap! I can now clearly see that the naked back belongs to a tanned, slim naked female body. My brunette wife is going to be a little nonplussed if and when she finds this out. Who did I do last night?

I try to roll over to block out this guilt-inducing image but sheet sticks to my legs. Why? I reach down and my fingers meet the juncture of skin and cotton. It feels wet and sticky. I try to prise the sheet away from my body. I stop. Too painful. A deep breath and I rip it off, just like how mother taught me to remove sticky-plaster.

It’s time to investigate the plumbing. As my weight transfers, I almost collapse from two simultaneous waves of discomfort; nausea from my stomach and blinding pain from my left knee. I hobble away from the bed, hoping the plumbing and pipes are not far away. I almost reach the door, before I trip, crashing to the floor. I look down to see the offending items – two muddy boots! Whoever lives here obviously doesn’t care much for cleanliness.

There is movement from the bed: “Honey, come back to bed.” I freeze. “Honey?” I make like the Invisible Man. “Ben! What are you doing?” She knows my name. “Open your eyes, stupid!”

I slowly open them to see my wife sitting up in bed. What looked blonde in the light, I now see is brown.

“Get back here. You need to rest before this afternoon’s club bbq. Really, you’re getting soft. Eighty minutes, a couple of hits, and you completely go to pieces!”


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