His mind spun in circles as he pulled the blanket back over his face. The light peering through the blind slats and into his face from his position on the couch. He rubbed his head with his first finger and thumb a moment trying to remember what had happen the night before but the details were too fuzzy to piece together properly. He closed his eyes and turned over to get comfortable for a few minutes more. He didn't want the day to start. As he lay there his eyes suddenly flew open and he sat up knocking over his alcohol from the night before that was on the side table. He cursed under his breath as vodka and soda spilled onto the carpet. He used the blanket someone had covered him with to sop up the puddle on the floor. He pulled his laptop to him and turned it on quickly to figure out what had happened the night before.
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He closed the laptop slowly and stared at it a few moments. A lot of emotions ran through him and then stopped all at once. Suddenly he was empty inside, drained of everything. He stood up and walked into the bathroom, turned on the hot water for the shower and undressed. The clothes from the night before felt more dirty than they really were. As he stepped into the scalding hot water, steam rushing around him he still couldn't feel anything. He was dead inside.
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