I was so drunk to even get dressed, that I lazily slumped on the chair in front of the dresser, slightly regretting that I drank too much wine to the extent I couldn't even change into my favorite pajamas.
Sighing, I reached for a hairbrush and struggled to tame my extremely tangled hair until they succumbed and fell neatly against my back, not a single hair out of place. With the aid of the hair dryer, I proceeded to dry my hair.
The silence in the bedroom was making my eyelids heavy. I wanted to sleep now but I fought the urge to. Not yet, I still needed to dry my hair which was a tedious task considering how long it was.
Sleep and I played a tug of war for a little longer until I was defeated, thanks to my drunken state. I surrendered and climbed to the bed, my hair still a bit wet.
My eyelids fluttered close the instant my head landed on the feathery softness of the pillow. Before I knew it, I fell asleep, naked as a baby.
