Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Morning After

            He woke hours later, head pounding.
            Opening his eyes, he was blinded by the mid-morning light. Unable to think, he shut his eyes tightly, hoping to keep the brightness at bay. But even with his hands covering his face, the pain lingered on.
            He thought to get up, but that proved even harder than facing the day. Every movement made the pain worse. Finally, still unable to rise after his third attempt, he gave up on the idea, falling back to his shabby bed with a muffled thud.
            On second thought, maybe I'll sleep a little longer, he considered wretchedly.

Based on a(n unfortunately) true story.

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