Fiction

Rock Bottom

Jessica wakes and rises off the cold bathroom floor.

Why am I naked?

She stumbles to her bedroom, wondering what it will take before she finally quits drinking.

“There you are! Good morning, beautiful.”

Oh my God, who the hell are you?

 

59 thoughts on “Rock Bottom”

      1. Me neither! How awkward, right? At least I was always conscious (albeit intoxicated) when I made my promiscuous mistakes.

    1. Oh trust me, I have my own versions of this story. And I’d say they are all well before I was 25…(did I just say that??) Thanks for reading 🙂

      1. I don’t visit you enough, so I signed up for email.
        Now there’s no getting rid of me. (did I say that?) 😉

      2. You just made my day. Thanks you so much and thanks for following along. I promise I’ll try not to fill up your inbox with too much nonsense. 🙂

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