Something Stupid

This is a post for 10thDoM, because I ain't no coward.

The opening of her eyes revealed all that would be expected after such a night.

Perspiring under the sheets, strange taste in the mouth, a faint touch of sickness in the stomach.

Immediately she mentally retraced her steps.

Knock on the door.
Flowers.
Leaving the house.
Overloading a car.
Photos.
Dancing.
Eating.
Dancing.
Leaving.
Changing in the back of a car.
Sculling copious amounts of alcohol in under five minutes in the alcohol-free areas.
Excited faces of her friends.
Familiar faces, recognition.
Intoxication hitting her like a freight train.
Lining up to enter, hearing the bass from outside.
Arms wrapped around her waist.
A voice whispering in her ear.
I love you.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Stamp on the wrist.
Noise.
I love you so much.
Really?
Recognition, familiar faces.
Embraces, being picked up and spun around.
Laughter.
Dancing.
Blur of colour, dancing, noise and people.
Bartering with a taxi driver.
Arriving in their little town.
Taking off her high heels after a decent nine hour effort.
Pull in her muscles traipsing home.
I love you.

Of course, all of this was recounted in a matter of seconds.

And the same questions were asked as always.

Perhaps she had this down to a fine art.

It was the same story every morning after such a night;
Nauseous, tired, yet somehow bouncing off the walls, spring-cleaning to make up for the damage of the night before on body and soul, wondering whether or not drunk sincerity was truly sincere.

Life was too short for dishonesty, however.
And the truth was about to come knocking.