Waking up in Mexico

One sip of tequila

Was all it took

And scattered memories

When I take a look

As I sit up

Brushing off the sand

Stuck to my face

With my hands

I feel the sun

Beating down on me

I open my eyes

Everything is blurry

As my eyes adjust

To the sites around

I hear waves

Crashing down

Where am I?

What is this place?

How did I get here?

My heart begins to race

Why am I not in my bed?

Instead I see a flag

Green, white, and red

Blowing in the wind

My head

Starts to spin

I reach down

To find my phone

So I called up my friend

“Hey, I think I’m in Mexico!”

Written by Michele Del Russi