Blackout || h.s

chapter one - bookmarks & blackouts

I sat on my couch, book in hand, coffee in another. My striped sock-clad feet rested on the wooden table in front of me.
My thick framed glasses fogged my vision as I took a swing of my coffee, spilling more than half the cup on my pajama shorts, as always. I hissed at the burning sensation on my leg and set down my joke book, leaving in a bookmark. Yes, my joke book. I went to the sink to wash of the Carmel colored stain on my shorts.
The lights flickered behind me, scaring me a bit as I had just watched saw 2, that shit was scary. My Christmas decorated underwear was not matching with my shirt at all, one with a picture of lana del rey splattered in the center of it. Yeah I got the shirt at one of her concerts. She really owed it to me after I jumped on the stage and one of the security guards "accidently" broke my arm. I walked out of the bathroom in only my underwear and my "sorry Bruce broke your arm but I hope I can apologize buy giving you this" t-shirt. I grabbed my joke book and was in a mid-sitting position when the lights turned off.
Completely.