21 SINS

21st and most recent

I can say with a slight lump in my throat, I'm not fond of anything you'll read about here.

It was an early Sunday morning, I woke with a bit of a headache. It's to be expected when you spend your previous evening hunting the bottom of your favorite bottle.

Contemplating for almost an hour as to whether I even want to get up. With no place to be, and nothing to do, what's the point? Right?!

I lie naked staring at the ceiling mirror, half engulfed in a red silk sheet on this large round bed. The daylight peering through the half drawn curtains highlighting the most pronounced portions of my rather curvy body. My limbs landing where they will, and feeling too heavy to move.

I close my eyes to try and ease the pain from my head, when I hear what sounds like someone at my door.

I ignore it at first, hoping it was my imagination, and so I lie still as if someone might hear me move and persist.