Morning all. Are you ready to sweat today? We have another beautiful sauna like day ahead of us. I keep telling myself it is good for the pores. If it is then by the end of the week my pores should be fabulous because I think the sauna season has arrived. For now, the morning prompt. Ready? Timers set for fifteen minutes and we are off.
I like this. I even have a glimpse of an idea where it is going, but I liked the visceral-ness of how this part came out.
Tuesday, June 24th: He rose shakily to his feet.
He rose shakily to his feet. Ian rubbed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t feel well. His stomach roiled and he looked around frantically. Through the open door he spotted a sink.
‘Bathroom,’ his brain screamed at him. His feet were already in motion. It wasn’t a run, his legs were too jelly like for that. It was more like a zombie shamble as he crossed the floor of the room and lurched into the bathroom. He collapsed to his knees in front of the commode just in time. The contents of his stomach spewed forth violent enough to have tears streaming from his eyes. He heaved, barely managing to breath as his body cleared out his belly.
He heaved until nothing else came out and his throat was burning from the acids in his stomach. Still his stomach continued to convulse. Nothing else came out and slowly his belly settled. He grabbed a hand towel from the bar on the wall above him and jerked it down. He scrubbed the cloth over his mouth with one hand while the other flushed the toilet.
The exhumed contents of his belly swirled away going down the drain. Slowly Ian pushed himself off of his knees and back to a standing position. His knees hurt where he knelt hard on the tiles, but the tiles weren’t cracked, and he knew his knees would recover. He draped the hand towel on a corner of the sink and leaned heavily on the sides of the porcelain sink. He took a few deep breaths. The stomach acid still burned in his mouth and throat. He reached a shaky hand to the tap and turned on the faucet. Cold water gushed forth and he dipped a hand into the stream.
The cold water felt shockingly good on his skin. He leaned forward and cupped a hand ful of water, lifting it to his mouth. He rinsed out his mouth first, rolling the water around and then spitting it out. It cleared some of the acid but not all and he rinsed again before drinking down gulping handfuls of water. The icy water soothed the burn of his throat. It landed hard in his belly and Ian waited to see if it was going to come up.
It stayed down and his stomach seemed to be relieved at it’s presence. He drank more, slaking his thirst. Eventually he could holed no more water and he splashed water on his face, feeling the coolness against his heated flesh. The towel he used to wipe his mouth was a set of three. He left the used on by the sink and reached for the second, patting his face and hands dry. He lowered the towel and turned off the water.
Above the sink was a mirror. He looked into it. He was no longer shaky. He didn’t feel a hundred percent but his limbs weren’t shaking and didn’t feel like his bones were replaced with sacks of jelly. He looked a little grayish and a lot confused.
‘What the hell happened?’ he asked himself. He had gone to the house party with everyone else. There was a large group of them. He didn’t know any of them well, it was after all his first semester. He met everyone only hours before. The party was supposed to be a mixer where he met more people. Everyone was attending. He didn’t so much go to the party with the group as he joined a group going. He only drank one bottle of water and hadn’t touched any alcohol or food that might disagree with him. Now that he was not so fixated on his own body, he could hear the party still going on, the music thumping from the other rooms.
Ten til Midnight 