My head felt heavy. A thick fog filled my skull. I tried to open my eyes and the fog spilled out over my vision. I blinked a few times and reached up to rub my head. I felt dizzy, the memories of the night flooding back to me. I remembered going out with the guys, I remembered tequila, and that was all I could wrap my head around.
I blinked one more time and looked up at the ceiling. It took me a few foggy seconds to realize that the white popcorn ceiling above me wasn’t my own. I looked a little around the room. The grey walls, the pale beige curtains, the dark wooden desk in the corner beside the bed. None of it was mine. It was in this moment that I looked down. I hadn’t felt the sucking before then, my mind was reeling and I finally realized what was happening. I looked down my bare chest and saw that I wasn’t alone.