After Last Night…

I wake up in a haze. I can't feel my head turning but I see her sleeping beside me. Did we just..? Why can't I remember?

I turn to the endtable and see a residue-stained wine glass.

And a note.

"That was for my mother."

I roll out of bed and fall.

I'm still falling…

 

George Sirois.

After Last Night… is a post from: Aztec Books