I slowly prise open my heavy eyelids, and I'm immediately struck by two things.
The first is my head, it feels all muggy, as if it's swollen and throbbing like an inflated balloon that might pop at any minute.
The second is my mouth, it's so dry I have to peel my lips apart and if I didn't know any better I'd think something crawled inside my mouth and died. There's this disgusting, unidentifiable taste that makes me want to vomit.
Oh, wait.
Oh no...that's right. I was being sick.
I remember now, I was hurling the contents of my stomach up in a bathroom. Who's bathroom it was exactly, I can't rightly recall but it wasn't the bathroom at home, or at the flat.
The rising panic tightens its grip on me as I try and adjust my eyes to the bright light.
Where am I?
The last thing I rememb
