Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 11

     Dear Albert,

     Do you remember when I told you that I freaked out when I woke up on the front lawn of a supermarket? Well, now I realize that it was nothing. Quite meaningless, actually.

     After this time, I know it will take me lots and lots of therapy sessions to return my desire of partying altogether. I fear that I seriously started developing a phobia of drinking.

     Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's the best time of my life. I know! But, Holy Asparagus! Why oh why every time I let myself a little loose, I end up in some unknown place!

     Arrrrrrrrrr!

     Marie Belle.

     Somewhere in my dream, I realized that I was uncomfortable. My pillow was strangely hard and unpleasant to my skin. All of my senses were still asleep so I couldn't tell what was going on around me, but for sure it was too airy and too loud.

     I cracked my eyes open and wrinkle my nose waiting for my vision to focus. At the moment all I could understand was a pounding headache, and that something died in my mouth. The stink was unbearable even for me.

     The rest of my emotions were still cut off from the range of my comprehension. So, I just let myself naturally adjust and meet the world.  

     When my eyes finally adjusted to the view in front of me, I froze, because I was staring at...you will never believe what...

     Right in front of my face laid a pair of feet. In shoes.

     I scrunched up my nose in disgust and winced. That was not how I wanted to wake up after a long night of partying. But the good news was that those feet most probably belonged to somebody, thus, I wasn't alone.

     Curiously, I trailed my eyes up the person's legs, but my line of vision ended somewhere by that person's knees, and I couldn't see the rest. Using my hands I attempted to lift my head to look farther up the person's body, but failed when a bomb of pain exploded in my scull. The only move I've managed to produce was to turn my head to look the other side.

     Surprise, surprise!

     I've met another pair of feet. In shoes.

     I wiggled my toes to make sure I had shoes as well, but no shoes were found. Interesting. Lazily, I turned my head and rested my chin on a cold sandy surface. My gaze in took the scenery in front of me, and I frowned. I could see only the sand. If to think of it, the noises around sounded exactly like a buzz of the ocean. Using all my willpower and curiosity, I pulled myself on my forth and started crawling by the sand into the bluish-green endlessness.

     When my hands reached something wet, I paused and looked up, finding myself staring at the upcoming waves. Suddenly, all my desire concentrated on the water. I couldn't stand a minute without feeling it on my skin. Instantly a toothy grin broke on my face and I stoop up, dismissing the headache.