hangover

an aftertaste of cheap alcohol mixed with anything that appears unidentifiable, the characteristic morning sounds of feet dragging, the pervading smell of human innards lying all over the floor which had rebelled against the persistent chemical warfare of the previous night, deciding that enough's enough and rushing out of their hopeless bodily cages to plunge to their death rather than undergo the torture. That tender little pulp of tissue and nerves, something more valuable and smarter than any of our gadgets can ever be, those we protect with our dear lives even in somnolence; that tender mass; it deserts all its tenderness to hammer on till we aver that we would never again let it get molested like this.