Short Story

I get up. Ahh, slight headache, must be the drinking binge the night before. Curse myself. Some things can't be explained. I move lazily and get to the wash. Try to grab the tooth brush. Can't get my hands on it. In Shock. I shout. Can't hear myself. The truth sinks in. I am dead.

Nithya tagged me and had to write this. I tag Snehal.