The morning after the night before. “Flashes of memories… An office party to celebrate… something. Lights, music, food, booze. Lots of booze.
And the taste in my mouth right now, right this second. That’s some weird-ass funky sh*t right there! Whatever I was drinking, I gotta stop with
that. I can’t even fell my feet… Wait. What? I CAN’T FEEL MY FEET!” And your eyes snap open to the thin mist in front of your face. If you were at home, it’d be a simple bed sheet.
But you aren’t at home…