I try to puke quietly as if not to wake you.
When I find that is impossible I can hear your voice in my head, asking if I'm ok.
It doesn't come.
As I stare into my own bial I feel a sick sense of serenity.
There is not a glimmer of shame in me.
I just puked up everything from the last 5 hours.
I could totally do this more.
Then I look in the mirror.
There is nothing like it.
My face is red and swollen.
My eyes bloodshot.
There is a rash on my chest.
Wow Sunday, is this what you want?