I wake up with a throbbing pain on the side of my head. I squint and try to look around. It’s not fully light yet, but I can make out the familiar walls of my bedroom. I made it home - that part is good. But everything else is so blurry. I remember laughing. Then crying. Wind in my face. Hugging. And that’s pretty much it. I touch the side of my head - no blood on my fingers, but I do feel a big bump. Ok, so it’s just swollen. I wonder what it was.

I try to get up and a glass bottle rolls off of the bed and loudly onto the floor. Too loudly. I try to reach for it and find a... bible instead? It has black covers and it’s definitely not mine. One of its corners is smashed in and it’s a bit dirty. Oh. Is this what hit me on the head last night? When I was... laughing maybe a bit too loudly on a quiet street? That might be it. I think it hurt so bad I started crying. Or was that later? I put the book aside and resume my search for the mystery bottle. It rolled under the bed, so I get down on the floor and feel for it. I finally reach it and it looks like a milk bottle. Definitely not what I expected. What did I even drink? I remember starting with wine... but when did I switch to milk? Oh that’s right! I was crying. I was crying because I had put too much spicy sauce on my kebab. And then... then Tobi went to the kiosk and got me milk! And I drank the whole thing.

I stumble out of my bedroom and trip on something. I almost catch my footing but it’s too late and I fall down. The milk bottle drops from my hand, and doesn’t break. That’s lucky - again. I look to see what on Earth I tripped on and it’s... what appears to be a crooked bicycle tire? Very strange, considering I don’t even have a bike. I look it over, it looks like it was in a bit of a crash. I wonder... is this from Tobi’s bike? Did I ride home on the back of his bike? Oh God, I hope he’s ok. I hear snoring coming out of my living room. What the...? It’s Tobi, sleeping on my couch, in his underwear and a ripped jacket. So we did bike home together. I wake him up.

‘Hey, morning!’

‘What? What time is it?’

‘I don’t know. Are you ok?’

‘Yeah... I’m good.’

‘What happened?’ I ask, sitting down on the floor.

‘I was biking us home. You were sitting behind me on the bike, having a great time. You went on and on about how great the wind felt in your hair. And you were holding on too tight. And I crashed right in front of your building!’