The Morning After

First smoke of the day is always the roughest.
Inhaling the harshness with the chill of the untouched morning air. The hair rising on the back of your neck as your body flees from the warm confines of sheets, struggling to move and start another day.
Your throat, dry from last night’s bender.
The dependent bedside water has been knocked from the nightstand, reassuring you that the regrets of last night were not a dream.
Forcing your aching body to the fridge to replenish what is left of your health you promise yourself to never again be so irresponsible… Until the weekend comes around again.


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