Gio
While I was in the shower, Paolo threw out all the bottles and empty food cartons from my place and cracked some windows to air out the place.
The shower helped, but it still didn’t bring me back to the land of the living. I’ve been standing at the window, staring out at the water for God knows how long. Hours, maybe, judging by the way my feet hurt. Or maybe that’s just because they’re not used to me being upright.
I hear the tap at the door, but I don’t move.
It doesn’t quite register. Not as something that requires a response.
I turn when the door pushes open, though. Paolo must’ve left it unlocked when he left. I blink because I’m pretty sure what I see is a hallucination. Am I sober yet? I can’t remember when I finished that last bottle of Jack. This morning? Last night? Is t
