The First (just $2.42)
Helen…dressed for the gym, in the first thing she’d laid her hands on, without opening her eyes – gingerly attempted the staircase – sliding a bare foot to the front of each step, hoping she didn’t trip and hit the bottom. Finally there and thankful she’d made it without killing herself, she unlocked the front door and stepped outside – slamming her forearm across her eyes, blocking the glare penetrating her eyelids. Sleeping in was a bad idea. So was that other bottle of wine, vanishing like tap water, prior to hitting the sheets and passing out.
Oh God, never again…
That old record was scratched to death – burying it fast, pulling fresh air into her lungs, craving to feel normal again; whatever that meant anymore. The overload of oxygenated deep breaths made her woozy, bad enough to make her faint. Knowing she’d over-stepped the mark again, with the black mist descending – steadying herself on the hand-rail that surrounded their porch.
She held on tight, waiting for that ghastly feeling to pass. Thankful, it wasn’t long before her head cleared and she could open her eyes. She told herself for the umpteenth time, if she’d had lengthy hangovers, she’d have curbed the drinking long ago. Dashing that lie to join all the rest…determined to move on or ruin her day.