MicroHorror

Oh man… damn my head hurts… what is that… the television? Jesus… it hurts to open my eyes… even the dim light from the television hurts my eyes… my head… what is that playing? Sounds like that racist cartoon duck with a speech impediment is creating a ruckus once again… what’s his name? I can’t seem to remember… matter of fact… I can’t seem to remember how I got here on this… floor… what the fuck… why am I on the floor… the floor of a… hotel room? It’s got to be… I can tell by the hum of the air conditioner… the ugly curtain and the plain walls with framed flower prints… yes that’s it… a hotel room… it must be… but it’s missing something… that sterile feeling… that scent… smells more like a bathroom of a gas station in here… feels more like a frat house post party in here… what’s that on the bed? And what is that fucking smell? Damn my head hurts…

Oh good god…