iii - The Morning After

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The next morning, I wake up to an unpleasant *THUD* as I roll off the couch and hit the floor hard. Man, I guess I was only dreaming of Mr. Golden Voice. I rise up with a pounding headache. Not sure if it was from the fall I just experienced or a hangover from the night before. I try to stretch relieve my muscles from the soreness that resulted from all the vigorous dancing I did last night. Inhale in...exhale out.

Bleh!

Note to self: Don't get so drunk that you forget to rinse with mouthwash before bed!

After freshening up for the day, I put on new clothes and make my way to the kitchen to start up a pot of coffee. I read somewhere that coffee can help with hangovers. It's a win-win for me today!

I guess it wouldn't hurt to have some avocado toast to quiet this hungered stomach of mine. Maybe I'll even sprinkle it with a little bit of Everything Bagel seasoning for an added "oomph" and presentation. Chef's kiss to perfection!

Next, I plate my avocado toast and put my coffee to the left of it and pose them for a pic. Okay, I know I'm getting a little cocky. But, why not go all the way? I uploaded it to my Instantgran account with the caption: "Breakfast Time."

What's this? A message from "Dark Night":

"Saw you dancing at the bar last night. You're really something."

I wonder who is this anonymous sender. That name... Could it be a play on words? Like Dark Knight? Perhaps... a man? He's definitely not in my contacts. But, he remembers me from last night. Wait... but how did he recognize me with my mask on?

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