107 Cut, Re-color, New Me

The thing about friendship, sometimes they were good and sometimes they weren't. And I wasn't sure which one was mine when I woke up on the floor with a piece of a blanket over me. In addition, I didn't really remember what had happened last night or to be precise, at dawn this morning.

I let out a long sigh of agony and a scent of booze that got me even more hungover. I rubbed my temple and my eyes before hauling myself up. That was when I saw a row of empty cans and a box of leftover fried chickens. Not only that, but I also spot a messy pack of cards.

A series of blurry images came into my mind. The crying session, the crazy laughter, a game of blackjack, and a dozen refill of beers that we had somehow managed to buy from the convenience store.

I looked up at the woman who was slumped on the table asleep. Suddenly, I couldn't stop a series of chuckles from escaping my mouth.

"God." I buried my face into my hands.