Ezekiel
When I wake up, my mouth is so dry my tongue sticks to the roof of it, and I’m pretty sure my salivary glands have been extracted overnight. Not a single drop of saliva in sight.
Groaning, I stretch my right arm, then try to shake out my leg and the stump because they feel weird after sleeping on my side, what feels like all night.
The next thing I register is that it’s relatively cold. Maybe that’s the hangover, but sh*t, I could have sworn I was warmer last night.
‘Three bottles of bourbon and the Doc in your bed. You bet we were warmer last night.’ Rex huffs.
I stiffen. Yes. She was here. I try to remember more than freeze frames from the early morning. I… pulled her into bed after I… got her to promise me not to call me Colonel again. Mmh. That has been bothering me for a
