Fragile
Prompt #169 from theatrical_muse
Name : Ginger McKenna-Rothstein
Fandom : Casino
Word count : 219
Topic: Fragile
I thought about this, and no matter how many times I tried to think of something else that was fragile. I kept coming back to hangovers. The ones that make your trembling hand reach for the coffee and the pills, before you can even think straight.
Every noise seems louder, every argument seems worse, every light brighter, every smell more nauseating. I know it’ll pass, I know the pills will do their stuff. But for that first hour of the day, all I wanna do is crawl back into bed, and shut out everything around me.
But I won’t let myself do that, there’s nothing wrong with me, I’m fine, I have to prove this. So I hide it, I smile and make small talk over breakfast, and I wait. ‘Cause I know in an hour, it’ll feel different. I know in an hour, that I’ll be ready for the day ahead, and I’ll be back to my old self.
I know I drink too much, and when I feel like this, I tell myself I should stop. But then I don’t feel so bad, and the headache’s gone. It’s in the past, I’m not good at mornings, I feel just fine now. I’m just not good at mornings.
Besides, lunch isn’t the same without a bottle of wine.
Name : Ginger McKenna-Rothstein
Fandom : Casino
Word count : 219
Topic: Fragile
I thought about this, and no matter how many times I tried to think of something else that was fragile. I kept coming back to hangovers. The ones that make your trembling hand reach for the coffee and the pills, before you can even think straight.
Every noise seems louder, every argument seems worse, every light brighter, every smell more nauseating. I know it’ll pass, I know the pills will do their stuff. But for that first hour of the day, all I wanna do is crawl back into bed, and shut out everything around me.
But I won’t let myself do that, there’s nothing wrong with me, I’m fine, I have to prove this. So I hide it, I smile and make small talk over breakfast, and I wait. ‘Cause I know in an hour, it’ll feel different. I know in an hour, that I’ll be ready for the day ahead, and I’ll be back to my old self.
I know I drink too much, and when I feel like this, I tell myself I should stop. But then I don’t feel so bad, and the headache’s gone. It’s in the past, I’m not good at mornings, I feel just fine now. I’m just not good at mornings.
Besides, lunch isn’t the same without a bottle of wine.