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?

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• Red - 01/02/16
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