When you wake up, you realise you're sleeping in somebody's couch. There's a green cup on the table next to you that is half full from the sunlight that it catches from the open window. In big white letters, the words:

WHAT THE F*CK

HAPPENED

LAST NIGHT?

Then that feeling hits you, and you force yourself back to sleep again: in slumber you have one last defence against facing yesterday's memories, drinking and decisions.

It won't last long but at this point you can't be picky.

(Stolen from Oriane, teacher, host and friend)