My eyes slowly drift open to gaze around the room.
I don’t feel so good.
My heart thumps frantically in my chest when I realize I have no idea where I am. A few things look familiar, but I’m definitely not in my own dorm room. On the wall I recognize a pennant sporting the school colors of the college I attend. There’s a football jersey like the many that traipse around campus day after day. The ball cap that sits half on half off the dresser looks oddly familiar too. But the room itself? Try as I might, I can’t recall ever being here before.
Noises come from outside the closed bedroom door. Lots of male laughter and some over-enthusiastic shouting. Some giggling too, though that is decidedly female. With all the loud techno music, it sounds like a party. Whatever the case may be, this is not my usual scene. I’m much too shy and naïve to ever be a part of this raucous crowd.
My stomach rolls violently when I sit up. I slam my hand over my mouth, as if the gesture will halt the surge of vomit waiting at the back of my throat. The sheet slides down my body and cool air hits my bare skin. A cursory look down and I simultaneously cringe and groan. I’m completely naked.
Another wave of nausea. Forcing myself to stand, I look around for my clothes. I stumble around the unfamiliar room trying to shake off the dizziness. My shorts are tossed onto the floor, panties nowhere in sight. I locate my T-shirt over the arm of a chair, my bra on the opposite side of the bed. Whatever happened in this room—and I have a fairly good idea what that was—I sure as hell don’t remember much of it.