A sliver of light washed over her face slowly pulling her out of the solace that was her mind. For some reality was an escape from the prison that was their thoughts, but not for Isla. She fought for dominance against the sleep that threatened to escape her grasp to no avail. Within seconds images of intertwining legs and open-mouthed kisses peppering her skin seared her brain as she began to reboot. Last night's memories where cinematic snapshots at best, she couldn't fully recall anything but the fact that she'd went a little overboard on the Patron the night before.
She could still taste the faint aftertaste it left behind on her tongue as she swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her body went rigid as the room began to spin like a carousel, there was no way she could pass a blood alcohol content in this state. The light that streamed into the room from behind the curtains caused a wince to escape her lips.
If it wasn't for the waves of nausea that attacked her senses as she fought to stand on her two feet, she probably wouldn't have missed the muffled groan beneath the sheets. She stumbled to the restroom, with one hand cradling her head as she fought to control the liquid that was clawing its way out of her throat. Her hand lazily swiped at the switch throwing her senses into a frenzy, she could no longer keep the patron at bay as she slumped to her knees and revealed her darkest secrets to the porcelain king.
"Here, this should make you feel better." A warm voice whispered to her, holding out two small pills and a glass of water.
She couldn't even muster up the strength to say thank you, instead of giving the man a small nod before downing the medication and lazily laying her head over the toilet. A sharp rush of air escaped her lung as she attempted to catch her breath.
"Come on, let's get you to bed." She heard him whisper in her ear before feeling the cool porcelain be replaced by the warmth of the sheets she'd been trapped under a few moments ago. The last thing she could remember before being welcomed back into her fantasy world was the scent of freshly washed linen and a hint of woodsy musk that invaded her sinuses.
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Crossroads
General FictionOur choices aren't always right but they have reason. They're either selfish or selfless, they either make the world around you seem a little more bleak or light up the sky in technicolor. Every which way we turn we carry the burden of our decisions...
