INTOXICATED - STUMBLING - FALLING
Intoxicated, stumbling, Falling, into an unconscious coma like state. I was out and nothing could wake me. Well so I thought until my senses went tingling. Tingling from a smell, a scent I had already grown to despise. It was the infamous smell of rotting ear scum left over on an old Taper. I would recognize that stench anywhere. It was thick and suffocating, so strong and irritating. I scrunched my nose and turned my head, anything to escape the horrid sent. Still half awake and far from being sober, I found it impossible to move enough to escape. I lifted my head and opened my eyes but it was no use, focusing was too difficult. I managed to make out the small dainty hand holding the taper inches from my nose, but the mischievous mystery girl was sill unknown to me. She giggled every so childishly and in the most beautiful and graceful voice teased “Sleepy head, sleepy head, wake up, up, up” her soft gentle voice sent a chill down my spine and left butterflies in my stomach. Well the stomach thing could have been from the booze. My head began to spin, too much excitement, I let my head fall.
“This will wake you, my sleepy head”, I heard her giggle again. I was too lost to understand and to drunk to care. Obviously still feeling mischievous, she pushed the taper through my lips and into my mouth. I felt the thick, gooey left over ear scum dissolving on my toung, dripping down my through. Only moments before I vomited all over myself and possibly the mystery girl. Anything happening after that is unknown to me, I suppose I successfully passed out for the night. when I awoke the next morning, soaked in my own vomit, I found the mystery asleep using my chest as a pillow, with vomit caked in her hair.
“This will wake you, my sleepy head”, I heard her giggle again. I was too lost to understand and to drunk to care. Obviously still feeling mischievous, she pushed the taper through my lips and into my mouth. I felt the thick, gooey left over ear scum dissolving on my toung, dripping down my through. Only moments before I vomited all over myself and possibly the mystery girl. Anything happening after that is unknown to me, I suppose I successfully passed out for the night. when I awoke the next morning, soaked in my own vomit, I found the mystery asleep using my chest as a pillow, with vomit caked in her hair.