Splendor Hangover

Why did I mix tequila with literally everything else?

Sun through the curtains like a laser beam. Cabin spinning harder than a club

smoke machine. Phone full of pictures I don't recall. Some dude named

Dolphin Dave tagged in them all. My lipstick smudged like a crime scene case.

Glitter stuck to every part of my face. Half a burger sitting by the

door. Pretty sure I danced on the dining room floor. I check my

wristband. No balance left. Check my dignity, also gone. Check my friend's

cabin. She's missing too, again. This is the Splendor hangover.