Living The Dream (Nightmares are dreams too)

The Morning After

The party had been a lot of fun, I met a lot of new people in the VIP Zone, talked a lot more with Nate, told him I'd be an investigator and complained about my colleagues. In the end, we exchanged phone numbers and waved goodbye. He was so nice but there was more about him. I could feel it.
The next morning I woke up, feeling a bit groggy. I yawned and shuffled out of bed, wrapping the warm blanket around me. My feet led me into the bathroom where I looked into the mirror. My make-up was all over my face. I groaned. Then I lumbered back to my bed and fell over face first. I muffled some sounds into my pillow. Slowly I turned to the side, curling up, pressing my knees up to my chest. "Hnngh..."
An hour later, I heard my phone buzz. I slapped my alarm clock... A few seconds later I noticed what I had just done so I gave myself a facepalm. That was a bit difficult since my hands were still wrapped into my blanket so I ended up slapping my blanket into my face. "Not again...", I mumbled and tried to get out of bed. I struggled my legs out of the blanket and sat up. Why was I awake again? My phone buzzed a second time. Ah... Right.

I rubbed my eyes, smearing my make-up even further around my face. Then I managed to stand up. I got to my phone and unlocked it. Nate. Ugh. How was he awake already? He just wrote that he had fun and asked if we could meet sometime. I shrugged and replied with a short "sure". A few seconds later I got what he meant. "Shit, shit, shit!", I mumbled while I tried to come up with another reply that would elaborate my gratefulness better.
I slumped down in my chair and covered my face with my hands. I was too tired for this shit. Then, in a swift, quick motion, I slapped myself. It stung. My eyes watered. Slowly my brain started its engines.
I opened the curtains. The sun shone in my face mockingly. I checked the time. It was 2 PM. Well, I've had worse.
I grabbed all my dirty laundry and packed it into a bag. I made myself look socially acceptable and left the apartment. I wore a black Shirt, a dark-blue zip-hoodie and black pants. To complete the look, I wore my leather jacket. I carried my bag of laundry down the street to a washing-saloon. Once I had arrived, I chose a washing machine, pushed in my clothes and paid. The machine came to life and started to drown my stuff. I sat there, watching the colourful mass rotate endlessly. It was mesmerizing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw an older woman enter. She had trouble carrying her laundry, it seemed to be very heavy. I stood up and stepped a little closer to her. "May I help you, M'aam?" The old woman smiled up to me. "That would be great, deary." I smiled and took her bag.