Becky woke up slowly, her head pounding like after a night of heavy drinking. She rubbed what seemed like an endless amount of dry sleep in her eye, and then licked her dry, chapped lips. As she tried to stretch, she quickly found it wasn’t just her head, but whole body felt sore and her muscles tight. In her state of waking, she realized she must have blacked out at some point and tried to go running. It wouldn’t have been the first time she got drunk and through a series of dares tried to run a mile just to prove she could.
Of course, she usually woke up in clothes. And in her bed. Becky sat up, realizing she was thankfully in her dorm, but on the hardwood floor with not a scrap of clothing on her. She shivered, both from the cold and from a twinge of fear of what she might have done last night. Did she go streaking? That would be new.
Becky leaned forward, pressing her eyes shut and rubbing her head to try and ease the throbbing pain in her frontal lobe. When she opened her eyes, still leaning over forward face pointed to the ground, she finally noticed the mess between her legs.