THE NEXT MORNINGYou remembered something you saw online a while ago that said “Drinking alcohol is like stealing happiness from the next morning” ...r something equally corny, but it carried at least some truth. You felt miserable.Going through your morning routine, taking a few Advil’s along the way, you remembered your conversation from last night. You considered if it was really worth it, but you thought about going back to everything that was killing you and the dread you felt made up your. I put on running shoes and tied my hair into a ponytail, then I took my purse and house keys and went out. I didn't know what I was looking for but I knew it wasn't in my house. I wandered the streets. I stopped and realized I was outside David's flat. My stomach churned as I walked to the door and rang the bell. I was just about to leave when the light went on and he opened the door wrapped in a towel. He didn't say a word but stepped aside to let me in. As he closed and locked the door I. He fumbled around and finally saw a beam of lightand headed towards it. Then he emerged out of this really strange unknownplace to look up and find something that shocked him. He saw Sarahs facelooking down at him, only it was enormous. She was enormous for thatmatter and squatting down looking right at him.Chris immediately tried to cover himself. Sarah actually looked a bitshocked herself at the whole thing. He saw her put her hand to her lipsin an "oops" gesture. She then actually giggled as. "Baby, I'm glad you are home, you look tired." I nod weakly, silently. I feel nearly crippled from standing in heels for three days. I'm on the edge of tired bordering on cranky. He looks at me in the face and smiles down at me. "Did you have fun and make lots of money?" He looks at me, and His face quirks into a half smile with his lips pursed, "You were a good girl right? You didn't stay up too long with your girl friends and take your shirts off and compare titties did you?"I press my cheek.