Waking up, I recieve a splitting pain in the back of my skull.
Welcome home, hangover.
I should probably get up, but considering the three other people laying in top of me, I'll just stay here for now.
I fumble around as best I can, with restricted movement, looking for something to pass the time.
Clearly my phone is nowhere in my immediate area, so I face back upwards, still with a sore head.
Why is my phone stuck on the ceiling?
And why is it ringing?
I don't have work today.
YOU ARE READING
HIRAETH TAEJOON。
Paranormal❝did it hurt?❞ ❝what?❞ ❝when you jumped off that overpass?❞ viet trans.: @namchunismine
