My dorm room is spinning as my eyelids peak open. I feel nauseous, as if I am going to vomit. Immediately, I sit up, but then realize I am not wearing any clothes and this dormitory isn’t mine. I look to my right. Ed, still in profound slumber, is curled up beside me, shirtless. Now, I panic.

I slip out of the light gray sheets, My dress from the night before sits in a pile with my heels and other personal belongings. I grab it all, and trot into the bathroom. It’s 7:03AM, according to my cell phone. I don’t vomit, fortunately, but from the mirror’s reflection, I see the black reside turned me into a raccoon while I slept. Hopefully, no one will catch me walking back to my room, only two floors down. If my roommate doesn’t wake up for another hour, it will give me the opportunity to freshen up before she can assume anything about the night before. I’ll say insomnia kept me out and awake. She probably won’t believe me, but for now, that’s alright; she’ll eventually understand.