Bliss | 18+

Chapter Eight <3

My head hurts so much.

To be correct, my whole body hurts, the only clear pain that stands out is the one behind my eyelids. I try to open my eyes, but even before opening them, I feel how swollen and heavy they are.

When I somehow manage to open them, the first thing I'm able to focus on is the dragon-looking shadow that the lamp on my bedside table leaves on the ceiling. It looks like it has its wings spread. A strong and sharp flame of fire erupts from the dragon's jaw towards me.

In fact, that shadow doesn't look like a dragon at all. It looks more like a blooming lily, although realistically, it's just a simple round shade that doesn't look like anything. For some reason, I just want it to look like a dragon or a lily, just so I don't focus on the throbbing pain inside of my head. 

Turning to my side, I'm faced with the night table, off of which I take the pack of tissues to blow my stuffed nose and looking to watch that's also sitting on it, I notice that it's only 10 am.

"I can't believe I've only slept for a few hours! That's why I feel this shitty!", I think to myself.

I took off the bedding to step out and then noticed that I was dressed in the same dress I wore last night, my shoes are next to the bed, but the only thing that catches my attention is the different colored socks on my feet.

How on Earth did I manage to get them on?

Now that I really think about it, the last thing I remember from last night is being in Dominico's arms while he was walking down the stairs. Everything after that point is blank.

The fact that Dominico saved me from that guy will most probably go around my head for the next couple of days. If he was the type of a guy who wouldn't be an asshole about it, I would say thank you, but knowing him it's probably better to be silent about it.

After taking a quick shower, I get dressed in some undergarments and an oversized shirt, not really bothering to dress presentable.

Thank God none of my friends are at home, I don't know how would I explain what has happened last night. That's only if they even remember anything from last night.  

Currently though, I'm trying to eat my toast in peace, but my mind is preoccupied. With a sigh, I continue to eat the already cooled-down toast, while trying to get the eyes of an asshole out of my head.

I think I resent the color green now.

I'm undecided about what to do today since it's a Saturday, but looking around the dirty house I figure I might as well clean the dirty floor, but all the will and the energy for any type of physical work disappeared from my body.

Yesterday even doing the dishes didn't feel this overwhelming. But I have to thank the stupid hangover for that.

It doesn't help that I live with three pigs, who do nothing but leave trash and crumbs all over the place. The house after a movie night is like a crime scene. Popcorn, juice, melted chocolate, sweets, alcohol, pillows, nothing's in its place. 

The three pigs feast on the food until they are full and bloated, and throw the shit at each other. When they fall asleep, you've guessed, I'm the one who has to clean it all. 

Sometimes I think that the only reason they're friends with me are my cleaning abilities.

Getting up from the couch, I make my way straight to the speakers, deciding that music might help me do something productive today. I select one of my many playlists I've spent way too much on creating. It has turned into an addiction at this point.