30 Days Creative Writing Challenge
Day 28 (July 1, 2013): Write 500 words about “the morning after”.
I am not familiar with the phrase “the morning after” so when I first read it, I thought of it as the aftermath of a one night stand. Well, I was sort of wrong. I researched about it and it meant a ‘hangover’ or having drunk too much alcohol. It also meant the morning after a tryst or an unpleasant aftermath. So maybe I am still right about the aftermath of a one night stand. Haha. Okay, enough of that already.
I’ve never experienced “the morning after”. Well, if you’ll consider the times I sleep very late and then I’ll suffer from headache, lightheadedness or emptiness maybe I did. I’ve never been in a drinking spree my whole life so I don’t know what it feels like to have a ‘hangover’. Well, my first sip of beer happened when I was four, out of curiosity. I think I was traumatized by the incident. I despised the taste and the smell of beer. I can remember the people who I know that has been drinking and they don’t smell nice.
I wonder what’s with beers and other alcoholic beverages. I have a love-hate relationship with wine. There are times I really want to drink it but when I am already drinking it, I can’t help but think about the bitterness. Well, we only buy cheap wines because we’re still students back then. I don’t know how a ‘sweet’ wine tastes like. Is it really sweet as in sugary sweet?
Okay, enough with wines and beers. We’re here to talk about “the morning after”. When I think of “the morning after”, other things come into mind like the morning after the sleepless, tearful nights where I can’t seem to breathe and I just want to end it. The morning after I mutilated myself again just let it bleed until I fell asleep. Those mornings seemed surreal. I can’t even remember that much anymore. All I know is I asked myself, why am I alive?
Then there are the morning after I read a book and the moment I woke up, I will just get it from beside me or on the floor of it fell down and read again. I have a lot of “the morning after” happenings that doesn’t involve beers and other alcoholic drinks but I think that it has the same effect. Sometimes it was nice, sometimes it was bad but just like what my favorite song said: “Regardless of whether you are happy or not, the sun will rise above you equally, cruelly.”
Well, I think the sun has been cruel to me for a long time now but well, we’re not seeing each other that much so it is okay. Yeah, I’ve been cooped up in my house, branding myself as a part-time hikikomori. Anyway, for me “the morning after” involves tears, laughter, sanity, blood, sweat and the heart of a reader and writer who can’t seem to sleep and lives in a far away imaginary world.
I am not familiar with the phrase “the morning after” so when I first read it, I thought of it as the aftermath of a one night stand. Well, I was sort of wrong. I researched about it and it meant a ‘hangover’ or having drunk too much alcohol. It also meant the morning after a tryst or an unpleasant aftermath. So maybe I am still right about the aftermath of a one night stand. Haha. Okay, enough of that already.
I’ve never experienced “the morning after”. Well, if you’ll consider the times I sleep very late and then I’ll suffer from headache, lightheadedness or emptiness maybe I did. I’ve never been in a drinking spree my whole life so I don’t know what it feels like to have a ‘hangover’. Well, my first sip of beer happened when I was four, out of curiosity. I think I was traumatized by the incident. I despised the taste and the smell of beer. I can remember the people who I know that has been drinking and they don’t smell nice.
I wonder what’s with beers and other alcoholic beverages. I have a love-hate relationship with wine. There are times I really want to drink it but when I am already drinking it, I can’t help but think about the bitterness. Well, we only buy cheap wines because we’re still students back then. I don’t know how a ‘sweet’ wine tastes like. Is it really sweet as in sugary sweet?
Okay, enough with wines and beers. We’re here to talk about “the morning after”. When I think of “the morning after”, other things come into mind like the morning after the sleepless, tearful nights where I can’t seem to breathe and I just want to end it. The morning after I mutilated myself again just let it bleed until I fell asleep. Those mornings seemed surreal. I can’t even remember that much anymore. All I know is I asked myself, why am I alive?
Then there are the morning after I read a book and the moment I woke up, I will just get it from beside me or on the floor of it fell down and read again. I have a lot of “the morning after” happenings that doesn’t involve beers and other alcoholic drinks but I think that it has the same effect. Sometimes it was nice, sometimes it was bad but just like what my favorite song said: “Regardless of whether you are happy or not, the sun will rise above you equally, cruelly.”
Well, I think the sun has been cruel to me for a long time now but well, we’re not seeing each other that much so it is okay. Yeah, I’ve been cooped up in my house, branding myself as a part-time hikikomori. Anyway, for me “the morning after” involves tears, laughter, sanity, blood, sweat and the heart of a reader and writer who can’t seem to sleep and lives in a far away imaginary world.