I open my eyes and feel out of place for a second, until I see that I'm surrounded by boxes and a couple of them are labeled as "spoons". There is only one person I know who collects spoons. It takes me a few seconds to realize what this means. I fell all my blood rushing to my face and I jump out of the bed, which makes me feels as if all my blood came back down and my head starts hurting as if someone was hammering my head from the inside.

I sit back again on the bed, which now I realize is not a bed but a couch. I try remembering what happened last night, and realize the reason why I'm feeling like crap is because I'm hangover. I reach for my phone to look up how do I get rid of it, when I realize I don't know where my phone is. I look around the room, holding my head with my hands because every step makes it feel as if it is going to explode. Why do people even drink?

I find my purse by the TV. It was on plain sight, and it took me way too long to find it. I think being hangover makes me stupid. I look for my phone inside the purse, but it falls into one of the boxes. I bend down and open the box fully to see where it fell. Shit. This is one of the spoons boxes.

-Oh, hey. I forgot you were here, I'll go put on a shirt… What the fuck?!

He furiously walks over to me, so I grab my phone as fast as a can, but this causes one of the spoons to fall out of the box. I grab the spoon to put it back, but he takes it out of my hand and walks back to where he came from. I really don't get his deal with the spoons, but whatever. I sit on the floor and look up hangover remedies. I probably should go to my house, cause I don't think I can just go into someone else's kitchen and eat whatever to make me feel better.