Short Story

The first thing that I notice is the ridiculously bright sun. It’s blinding rays make me clench my eyes shut tight, and burrow into the pillow. The next thing is the awful pounding in the middle of my head, and the cotton feeling of my mouth. I sit up and promptly fall back down. The movement makes my head worse. Ugh. What did I drink last night? I feel like I’ve been run over by a train. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve felt so bad. I contemplate lying in bed for the remainder of the day, but I know I’ll have to get up eventually. I make sure I’m dressed in my shorts and t-shirt before I head out. The smell of fresh coffee hit’s my nose instantly. I almost want to cry for joy. Entering the kitchen, I see Alice dancing along to …show more content…

Not only do I feel like shit. Now there’s the possibility that I made a complete fool of myself in my drunken state. “What’s up with her?” Rose struts in sunglasses on her face, hair up in a bun, and a short red robe draped around her. “She’s pretty sure she drunk dialed Edward last night.” Alice responds. I groan hearing the words again. “Right on, Bella.” “No. No ‘right on Bella.’ I don’t even know what I said to him. I probably sounded like a complete idiot.” “Bella, I’ve been telling you for days to just put on your big girl panties and call him. You need to go after what you want. You did that last night, or at least some version of you did.” She grabs a coffee cup and fills it up. “Yeah Rose, well I’d at least like to remember what I say when I ‘go for it’.” I shake my head in exasperation. “Well, has he called you back?” Alice pipes up, a slight look of sympathy on her face. “I don’t know. I haven’t checked my phone.” I blanch at the thought of having to speak to him, and the realization that he’s probably listened to the message by now. He’s probably decided to never speak to me again. “I still think you have nothing to be worried or embarrassed about.” Rose shrugs sipping her mug. “Who doesn’t drunk dial someone.” “I have.” Alice pipes up. “Ugh.” I groan. Getting up, I place my empty cup in the sink. “I’m going to take a shower and try to become something resembling a human again.” 45 minutes later, I’m getting out of the