I opened the door to my room and sat on my bed. The door was still open, I guess it didn’t matter. It was late. 3 AM. 4. Who cares? No one was around that late, whoever was on that floor was probably passed out as well.
Everyone else? Whatever. Lovers, friends, hookups. That’s fine.
I grab a hold of my bedpost to steady myself and look at my phone. 2% battery. I forget where I put my charger. I flip through my numbers until I see yours. It’s late, yeah, you’re probably out doing stuff or passed out or sleeping. That’s fine.
I lay my head back and hit it against the wall, bit of pain. It’s okay. I feel my phone buzz and think of whoever it can be. In that minute, I guess, it was you. It was Crista or Kacie or whatever. It wasn’t, though. It was a new email. From Ebay. Some auction I forgot about. That’s fine.
Reaching forward, I look for my trashcan.
I don’t know where it is.
I felt the inside of my stomach churn.
I vomit over myself and wonder where you are.