...After the Night Before

A micro-fiction tale...

"God, if you stop the pain I promise I’ll change my ways!"

My head was pounding, my mouth was dry as a desert and my stomach roiled in protest as I forced a glass of water into it. Bright dots of light danced erratically in front of my bloodshot eyes when I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. I looked as bad as I felt.

It had been a great night. Me and my mates had really gone to town last night. You only turn eighteen once. There would be plenty more mornings like this to look forward to!