Am I really Talking to You About This

He might have slept the hangover off if it had been a cloudy day. Instead the sun decided to rise above the horizon and pry his eyelids open torturously. He felt himself groan. The ground beneath him was hard, his head was pounding, but at least he had Shaye beside him. His heart stopped. Flashes of the previous night brightened in his mind as he blinked his eyes open in horror. No. No way.


He might have been able to convince himself he’d only gotten drunk and dreamed it, but his eyes focused in time to see Shaye speed off into the distance. His heart sunk further. He shouldn’t have drank so much, he should have had better control over himself. He lay back down on the ground, his head pounding as he put his paws over his eyes and tried to breathe for a few long minutes. He wasn’t about to go chasing after her, if she wanted to talk she would have stayed. No she was surely feeling as horrified as he was.


Rhyme eventually convinced himself to stand. The sun was even worse and the pounding of his head intensified. This was one of those days he wished he had a nice dark den. Instead of sleeping, or hiding, he made his way to a shallow beach off the rapids and bathed himself. The shame didn’t come off with the water but the cold was enough to shock him into complete wakefulness. Where was he going to go from here.