Sin
The next morning I awoke, a multitude of sins from the night before faint remnants in my mind. What had been forbidden, wasn’t. The wooziness had faded, a slight imbalance remaining. The pathway down the staircase to a chilled water source seeming interminably long, the putrid smell of hard alcohol again penetrating my nostrils. My throat and tongue cried out in desperate need of liquid refreshment, in fear of dehydration.
The realization hit me. The loss of innocence, the loss of naievty. The flashing red light on my phone reminded me of my previous misconduct. Dare I examine the message’s content? Dare I relive my sin? Dare I face my own mistakes?
Yes.
Life would go on. I was soon to commit many more sins, make many more mistakes. Each serving as a learning experience. And in the meantime… maybe as a little reckless entertainment.
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