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Lost

The sun was piercing through the morning mist, the world awaking. Little birds were singing, insects looking for the day’s first meal. A little butterfly was coming straight towards him. It was surrounded by a strange glow. Magic. 

It flew up in front of his face and stopped in mid air. Hovered for a while. He rubbed his eyes, opened them again.

It had the the face and body of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Her naked body shone of sensuality and lust. She stared at him with intense, big eyes.

-What… What are you? He stuttered.

-I was about to ask you the same thing, she answered, smiling a curious little smile. -What are you doing here?

He didn’t know what to say. What was he doing there? What happened last night? He didn’t remember much, but it sure had been fun. He looked around. He was in some overgrown garden. He couldn’t tell where.

-I… I guess I’m lost, he said.

-You look lost, she chuckled. Her words sunk into his hung over nerves, like she was telling him a deep truth about his life.

Hangover

Joe’s head hurt more than usual. What happened last night? Where had he been, what had he done? He was hoping he’d never find out. No news were good news.

He turned his head. A woman was lying beside him. Pretty. Too pretty. Definitely a whore, there’s no way she’d be here for free. He looked around. He seemed to be in some cheap motel somewhere. At least he hadn’t brought her home.

I’m too old for this shit, he thought to himself.

His bladder was about to explode, so he pulled himself together and got out of bed. It hurt. Every muscle, every bone. His mind. His mind hurt like hell, and the room was spinning.

He went out into the bathroom, and sat down on the loo. He sat there for a while. Images flashing by, memories of yesterday. Girls laughing. Him dancing on the table.

Too old, he thought. Too fucking old.

He pulled a sheet from the paper roll, started folding it. A sound. He looked down between his legs.

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