Beach Siesta
I wake up
I hiccup
The sound of the lapping waves
Comes from next to me
I open one eye
And then the other
The sun is bright
Too bright
Too much for my aching head
Why am I here?
Where are my friends?
How much did I drink last night?
Another hiccup answers that
All the signs are in Spanish
Why didn’t I pay attention
In high school?
Maybe these signs would make sense
Maybe I could talk to the locals
Without a confused look on my face
Maybe I could figure out that I’m in. . .
Mexico?!
Thank goodness for tourist attractions
Wait. . .I don’t have my passport
It’s tucked away in my dresser
How did I get across the border?
What the hell happened last night?
Why am I alone?
I know, I’ll just call my friends
. . .and I lost my phone
Great. Just great.
I hope I still have my wallet
Feeling around. . .yes I do!
The hotel among the tourist attractions
Better have a room
Okay, I’ve got a room
I’m walking down the hall
Just about to put the key in my lock
“Hey idiot!”
What?
I spin around and there are my friends
Laughing at me.
They inform me about last night
Apparently I fell asleep on the beach
And in our drunkenness we got our passports
And drove across the border
But I drank the most
Our designated driver is sober
Tells me everything I missed
I walked into my room without another word.
And sleep until it was time to go back
Oh, and get some aloe for this sunburn.
©HeatherAnn