Room 507, some point on Saturday
Nadia woke up.
She regretted that action immediately.
It seemed that at some point in the night, someone had replaced her brain with a mound of gelatin.
A mound that seemed to be smacking up against the insides of her skull every time she moved.
"¿Madre del dios, qué hice el ayer por la noche?"
She stumbled out of bed and blinked at the recipe someone had left her.
It sounded horrible. But not quite as horrible as the inside of her mouth already tasted. Someone had replaced her tongue with a dead rat.
Too bad she didn't have any worcestershire sauce.
She remembered Caritas, and bits and pieces of her walk home. She remembered a monkey and a rather creepy dog.
"¡Dios, no la vaca del tequila!"
It was going to be a long day.
She regretted that action immediately.
It seemed that at some point in the night, someone had replaced her brain with a mound of gelatin.
A mound that seemed to be smacking up against the insides of her skull every time she moved.
"¿Madre del dios, qué hice el ayer por la noche?"
She stumbled out of bed and blinked at the recipe someone had left her.
It sounded horrible. But not quite as horrible as the inside of her mouth already tasted. Someone had replaced her tongue with a dead rat.
Too bad she didn't have any worcestershire sauce.
She remembered Caritas, and bits and pieces of her walk home. She remembered a monkey and a rather creepy dog.
"¡Dios, no la vaca del tequila!"
It was going to be a long day.