I wake up in front of the TV. The glare of the screen is harsh as my eyes adjust. A beautiful woman is telling me she wants to chat. All I have to do is call the number on the screen.
The wounds on my hands are itchy. Tonight took a lot out of me. I’m not as young as I used to be. If I wasn’t so tired I probably wouldn’t have been so sloppy. I try to think about where things went wrong, but my eyelids are heavy. Before I know it, the darkness takes me again.