That night

The light streaming in the window caused Sophie’s pained eyes to open. The carpet which felt soft beneath her last night, well a few hours ago, now scratched and irritated her cheek. Groaning, she raised her body and was blinded by the sunrise glinting off the locket which had fallen a few feet from her previously comatose body.

Sophie shambled towards the bathroom, steadying her unsteady gait by pressing her hands on nearby furniture and walls. Apprehensively, she peered into the mirror and grimaced. Red lipstick was smudged around her lips. Wetting a nearby cloth, she tentatively wiped at the cosmetic flush on her skin, unsure if her actions would elicit any pain.

The night before was a blur of excitement. While she could remember the events, when she tried to picture them specifically, the memories fell away as if she were trying to hold water with her fingers.

Peeling off her clothing carefully, she examined herself for any grazes or cuts from the night before. She did not recall any particular injury, but knowing things got rough made her cautious to just continue on her daily routine.

The warm water ran down her skin, washing the grime from the night before down the drain. She stared downward; the fluid also took away her exhilaration along with the dirt and mess. Inwardly, she was repulsed by the realisation that she wanted to relive the experience again, and soon.

Looking through her closet, she casually scanned through the available dresses. Having given into her temptation the previous evening, it would be hard not to do so again. Grinning as she placed a black number down on her lilac bedspread, she wondered if things would go as well or if she would never experience that first high again. Karaoke, here I come!