MADISON
There's a startling periodic vibration that zaps right into my debilitated brain, and I finally shoot up to a sitting position under the duress of the alarming object beside me.
I needed at least three good seconds to become ensnared with the presence, and when everything registered in my head, I am instantly running down the hall, with a blanket wrapped around my entire naked body.
Well, the word "running" isn't quite the right word to explain my movement; with the soreness between my legs, I'm sure you'd call the move something more of an ataxic gait.
The moment I push open the door to the bathroom, I pour out everything I possibly have left in my system into the toilet.
I tried to control the outburst, but with the awareness of what I've done, it's hard to control anything.
