The morning after the night before
One wakes up groggy and unsure.
What exactly happened the night before?
Why do I have lipstick on my forehead?
Why is there this dull smell of stale smoke in my bedroom?
When I don’t even smoke?
… and how come there is this stale smoke?
Lingering in the room.
When I don’t even have an ashtray in my home?
Why -why is……???
And then the images take shape.
The events slowly creep into a stirring consciousness.
I smile mischievously………..