DRUNKARD

I change into a short and a t-shirt after the invigorating shower I was scheduled to have last night. I unintentionally fell asleep while reflecting on the tragic anecdote of my life. I didn't eat dinner, and I didn't leave this room all day. Given the circumstances, I'm not sure how I managed to stay cooked up in a room for the first time in years. I also slept like a baby, which I believe was much needed. I don't know why the stranger bothered not to wake me up, and I am also not sure if I should thank him for that or not. I'm still not sure how I got so snug under the warm duvet. Unless... I don't know.

I stomp my feet outside the room. The elongated rest and shower were quite therapeutic to me. As I make my way down the lengthy, sparkling stairwell, I feel so much better and more energised—apart from my terribly empty stomach.

"Good evening"

I turn toward that gruff voice at a spot I don't recall seeing last night. A bar? I walk up to him, and here seateth the Greek God drowning