Drunken Stars

Scenes flash in my mind. A beer. Tequila shots. A car ride home. All of the usual parts to my hangover. But not this one.

Nothing came to my mind as I sat in that hotel room in Mexico City. The air burned with desire to fall back asleep. I shunned the sunlight and closed the drapes as soon as I had woken up. My head throbbed, begging me to let it rest for just one more hour. My stomach rumbled as the thought struck me. How in the world did I get to Mexico City.

I thought about it for minutes, which felt like hours before giving up. How do I get back? What about my job? Where are my friends? What am I even doing here?

Thoughts raced through my mind for possible explanations. An abrupt knock and voice rung through the air interrupting my rush of thoughts. I glanced over at the clock, which flashed a bright red 10 am before allowing the room service lady to enter.

"Um, m'am, do you know when I checked in last night?" I nervously asked, mentally slapping myself on the forehead. Why would she know that?

She stared blankly at me before continuing her cleaning.

Right, I'm in Mexico.

I decided to grab the room card on the bedside table before heading out to the lobby. I was going to find out how I got here.

"M'am you checked in at 2 am last night," the hotel manager stated.

Great, now I just have to find out what happened between 10 pm and 2 am last night. So easy.

I left with my two best friends for some drinks and dinner at our local bar at around 9 pm. I remember taking a couple of drinks, a beer and three tequila shots. Was I roofied?

Suddenly, the sky turns dark and it becomes night again. The stars above shone brightly as I was greeted to a scene. Me. Ally. Dark. New York City. Guy.

An unspeakable moment of gory was presented to me. So I was roofied.

I look up at the stars once again and I realize that I am not looking up, but that I am looking down. Am I still drunk?

A shadowed figure approaches me.

"My dear, you are not drunk. You are dead."

I awoke with a startle and stared at my surroundings. The air burned with desire to fall back asleep...