too many cocktails

tipsy after a few

too many cocktails the night before,
you roll over
and stare at the clock.

it's a red blur of numbers.
you pull the blinds

to the side.
it's raining.

you lie there and stare at the ceiling.
bathroom first,
or coffee?

or aspirin?

you look over at the  body lying
beside you

and tap her on the shoulder.
her long dark

hair, cascades along the white
sheets.

you ask her her name.