My head was splitting apart, as if someone was trying to smash it with a hammer. My ears were ringing and my eyes hurt from the bright light coming through the gap in the curtains. You tried to sit up, but your body reacted with a protest. My legs felt heavy, as if they were filled with stones, and my head was spinning so that the world around me seemed like a rotating kaleidoscope. You remembered the fragmentary fragments of the evening: the club, music, dancing, laughter. A lot of laughter, a lot. And alcohol, of course, a lot of alcohol. Everything was a blur. You didn't remember how you ended up in this bedroom, you didn't remember going with this guy whose name you didn't even know. The smell of coffee hit my nose, diluting the scent of men's perfume floating in the air. Suddenly you felt hungry, and even the dizziness receded into the background. You were lying in a big bed covered with a silk coverlet, and you felt eyes on you. When you looked up, you saw him. He was sitting in a chair and watching you. There was a slight amused interest in his dark eyes, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"Yesterday was a great evening. We had a good time."