Shenanigans (#36 of 365)

No one wants to face the aftermath.

The sunlight sparkles against the waves like the glitter spilt on the carpet.

Last night was fun, but with a horrendous aftermath. As the sun warms my back, I push away thoughts of the house.

The waves crash and the salty air whistles. Shenanigan flashbacks renegade my mind. Bodies in the living room. Pyramids of empty bottles. Ample bad decisions.

I have to go home and face the music. Instesd, I undress and walk towards the water.

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