Red

I wake up in a panic and it takes a moment for me to acclimate myself.
Where am I?
My eyes adjust to the darkness and I look down at my hands. A garish shade of fresh blood-red is painted my nails. A colour I would never wear.
Where am I?
The night before becomes clearer.
There was a party.
Lots of drinking, lots of eating, more drinking, more eating and a bit of dancing.
Where am I?
The room is cool and this bed has the most comfortable mattress I’ve ever slept on.
I reach to massage my feet which are aching. There must have been a lot of dancing last night. Why are my toenails also that grotesque shade of red?
Where am I?
I get out of the bed and try to open the shades but the room is windowless.
I try to open the door but it’s locked.
Where am I?
I lay back on the bed, exhausted with fear and worry.
I fall back asleep on the comfortable bed.
Where am I?
I wake up in a panic but I’m back in my bed with the breeze coming in through the open window. What a relief, it must have been a dream.
I look down at my hands and yet they are still that shocking colour of red.
Where am I?
Ejiro Onomake
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