Hot and Drunk
I hadn’t been sitting on the couch for long when my head started to spin. Lowering the wine glass, which I was surprised to find still in my hand, I cradled my head. I’m not the type of person with a high alcohol tolerance, and yet I’m neither the type to get drunk after one or two servings of wine. So, why was my head spinning so badly? I asked myself, trying to shake the dizziness away, but regardless of what I did, it wouldn’t leave me.
Suddenly, my body felt warm. I was still wearing my vest, so I decided to take it off inhaling sharply, I allowed the icy blast from the air–conditioning unit to ease the warmth inside me, only to be disappointed when it didn’t.
What the heck is happening to my body? I murmured, rubbing my neck, which felt warmer than normal.
Grabbing the remote I found under the second layer of the glass table, I tuned the air conditioning unit to the coldest temperature it could go, then waited for my body to cool down. I waited and waited. The room turned into a mini freezer, but unfortunately, my body temperature stayed as warm as hell.
Still under the strain of discomfort, my fingers worked to unbutton my collar. I had intended to unbutton just my collar so the cold air could graze the skin on my neck, but I ended up unbuttoning more buttons until the top of my bra peeked through the crevice of my open collar.
With my eyes closed, my head fell back on the couch while I resisted the urge to strip off my clothes and lie naked where I sat. Still expecting my body heat to cool down after a moment of rest, I waited and waited, but eventually, my efforts were wasted. The longer I sat there, the more heated my body became.
“I shouldn’t have drunk that damn wine!” I grumbled, then opened my eyes. Pushing my body forward using both hands for support, I got to my feet. The sudden exertion plunged me into another wave of dizziness. Clutching the sofa for support, I waited for the dizziness to subside before straightening my spine.
A cold bath. Yes, that’s what I needed now! I thought to myself.
The promise of cold water against my burning skin lifted my spirits. With renewed strength, I managed to walk toward the door without stumbling or falling to my knees.
To my surprise, I remained clear–headed, even though my concentration was slowly slipping away. As I walked through the quiet hallway, it felt as though my feet were barely touching the floor. In fact, I felt as if I were floating in the air.
I reached my room and turned the knob. It was unlocked, so I slipped inside unnoticed.
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