Andy woke up and opened his eyes. His head felt like there was a huge spike being driven through it. His mouth was dry. He looked around the hotel room. “Where am I?” he thought. It was unfamiliar. A shaft of bright sunlight lanced through a gap in the curtains. There were two other single beds in the room, one of them occupied by a lad. “Sammy” the name came to him “Oh yeah, we’re in Ibiza. Where’s Johnny? He probably pulled”.
He felt his stomach heave. He bolted out of bed and made it to the toilet bowl, and quickly emptied the contents of his stomach. He brushed his teeth and made his way back to bed.
He felt uncomfortable. It was too warm, too stuffy, too claustrophobic. He couldn’t sleep. He checked his watch: 7.30 am. Fuck, he’d only been asleep a few hours. He needed to get outside, into the fresh air, out of this room.