[ WP ] A simple everyday event turned on its head .

There truly is nothing for a hangover headache like sitting under the scorching hot spray from a shower head. The soothing liquid poured through my hair, across my scalp and down over my eyelids, tickling my skin and fraying my nerves. The pain internal, forgotten in the moment of pure exalted sensation. I could feel capillaries opening and allowing that smooth rush of blood course just under my skin; the subtle jerking motion of my heart pump a constant massage of my sanity. 
 
 Advil too, Advil helped as well. Can only stay in the shower for so long before that steamed water turns to ice. 
 
 Gods, another night lost to the blissful dark of unconsciousness. 
 
 I checked my phone, no messages, that was good, probably. Usually when one enters that rarified state of the true drunk, and bad things happen, well, there are messages. I do a quick check of my sent messages too, nothing so egregious there which is good, all in all, probably a pretty good night. 
 
 The fact that I could n't remember last night was n't too much of a strain on me, after all, I was young, and is n't this what youth did, waste all that time and energy on being stupid? 
 
 Eventually, after the pain recedes a bit the routine sets in. 
 
 Towel hung up 
 Hair fixed 
 Shave 
 Pants 
 Shirt 
 Mirror check 
 Keys 
 Wallet 
 Out the door 
 
 About twenty feet away from my small Honda Civic I pop the trunk remotely and swivel my laptop case off of my shoulder. Reaching down I swing the trunk lid up perhaps too energetically. 
 
 Despite being only twenty three and young to this Earth I had always felt of myself as world travelled, experienced in many things, thrown out of sorts by very little, even moments like this. Yet still my mouth flew open in silence and I stumbled backwards, tripping over myself and landing ass first on the concrete beneath me. 
 
 Though I felt it would be appropriate to shout or scream out in the moment my lungs were paralyzed, my larynx frozen, and my mind being swallowed under the relentless waves of an unending ocean. 
 
 There was so much blood. Oh God, there was a body too, it was in parts; was n't it? At the edges of my mind the image tried to force itself over me and I desperately wanted to simply toss it aside, a bad dream. Arms, legs, torso, blood. 
 
 I crawled to the edge of my car, eyes, glued to the ground, whispering to myself, `` Look, look, look.'' 
 
 I did. 
 
 `` Oh shit'' I heard it escape through gritted teeth. I do n't even... I do n't even know who that is. 
 
 And then, as if surfacing from a long dive my mind began to clear. I looked around to see if anyone had seen me and there was no one. Okay, okay, that's good. I have n't been arrested yet, so at least no one knows something happened last night yet. I need to get this out of my car, I need to get rid of the body. Cantrall reserve, that's where it needs to go, it's like a hundred and fifty square miles of nature reserve in there, but I need time. Work, what about work? Call in sick, that makes sense, probably someone would vouch for my drunkenness last night, legitimate memory lose, just needed a day to recover, that's all. 
 
 The trunk snapped close and I scanned the surrounding apartment buildings again, nothing. I got in and drove. 
 
 I ca n't believe I've done this again.
