Antonette woke up and she immediately noticed that something was terribly off.
The girl let her sight adjust to the dim light provided by the bedside lampshade, while she just stared at the ceiling, thinking about nothing.
To begin, she was experiencing the pounding of nails on her head the moment she opened her eyes, which was followed by several other little details:
1. There is actually a ceiling above her;
2. She smelled of stale cigarettes, beer and vomit and;
3. There is a girl naked beside her, still asleep.
She was also unclothed as well, with nothing covering her but a black panty. The girl tried to remember what happened last night, remembering few blurred glimpses of the last night's frenzy.
Antonette stared at the girl sleeping; she is beautiful, in a messy sort of way. Her hair was slightly bronze-like, with her eyes innocent in sleep. Her smile however, contradicted the naivete, mischievous in nature, like hiding an inside joke. The girl's eyeglasses were on the bedside table, thin-framed and someone a genius would wear. It was tainted by paint, and Antonette deduced that she could be some sort of an artist.
Then Antonette recalled that she was found by this stranger last night, when the former was absolutely wrecked by the traitorously sweet vodka she was drinking.
They talked about several stuff and they immediately made a connection. It was raw affection in its natural state.
Everything that came next were ambiguous, but Antonette felt the kisses and the wonderful sensation between her thighs as they fall on the floor of the stranger's apartment, making love and laughing, making love and smoking, making love and drinking some more liquor.
They made love and then cried, mourning about the circumstances tgat led them drinking in that place.
Then they fell asleep.
"Good morning sunshine," the stranger softly murmured when she found that Antonette was staring at her. "You do look beautiful, even when you look like that crazy girl from Noli."
"Sisa?" Antonette offered, slightly amused and infuriated. The girl gave Antonette one of her typical Chesire grins.
"Yeah. Sisa."
"Just kiss me."
The stranger obliged, and they savoured each other's vulnerability. When they parted, Antonette ruffled the woman's hair.
"Can I ask you a thing?"
"Sure."
"I actually don't know what your name is."
The girl smirked, and whispered her name to Antonette, making the latter nod in approval.
"I like it. Poetic."
"Every name that starts with K is a good name."
"And so does A."
Antonette giggled and comforted herself with K's embrace. They would part ways later on, and it was best to make good of the remaining time they had.
