Hangover
Who has seen you and who sees you, thinks a dog in front of the mirror examining himself.
Kodi just woke up; his hair a mess and his eyes are fucked up, the hangover watches him from the empty pillow. He walks towards the beautiful husky, who's lying face down on the bed, her tail to a side, deep in sleep, and slaps her ass two or three times. As already mentioned, deeply asleep.
"What's all this mess? Where's the remote control? Why are there so many broken glasses? And that smell of ashtray… where the fuck did that come from?"
His head was killing him, a mess in his head that is not to dance. For more water he drank, his head kept drumming.
Turn around, and a hand on the wall. He's going to spit all out and it's better to stand up, if he misses the toilet, then he has to clean.
Now he must find that towel, the one he dropped yesterday… The rag is well hidden behind the bidet. If there is a God that is aspirin, if there is a Christ that is a coffee.
She's standing at the door, a little better than him. With her tits looking at him, "I am not who you want. Don't drill your head for a just a little pleasure", now grabbing her bra and walking towards the main door.
"Dusty…" he said… but maybe he said it on his inside, because she was already gone.
He is left alone, but with bad company. The hangover and the hunger pinching on his side… and the guy on the mirror won't stop until making him mad.
Coffee on his hand, aspirin on the other; he sits on the computer and plugs his phone.
Moments later, a smile on his face.