Word Vomit

by thumbtwiddler
originally published at 03:08PM on Wednesday, April 18, 2007

It all started upside down. Well perhaps it was up.
And that was the problem.
I could feel everything inside me trying to right itself.
I resisted. I would just let it all out.
Then the world turned.

“He rescued me! How dare he rescue me!” I could feel myself protesting feebly as my lips were fervently sucking away at the rim of the cup trying to wash away the scent of vomit from the back of my mouth.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.
I turned to give a grade A tongue lashing to what I assumed would be an overeager, but thoroughly charming young man.
Unfortunately I was all too correct on the thoroughly charming part.

” I…” “I…”

For the second time in as many minutes I was speechless.