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The alarm rung, loud and sharp, cutting through Bobby's pleasant dream. He groaned in pain, his head aching from the night before. He sat up and slammed his hand on the alarm. When it failed to shut off, he threw it across the room in irritation. He sat in his bed, head in hand, and tried desperatley to recall the night before.
His memory failing him, he took note that he was covered in a dry, sticky sweat, making him shiver from the wind blowing in through the window. He ran a hand through his hair as he got up to close the window, which happened to be as tangled as his sheets. Bobby gazed out to the dark, early morning, feeling the denim of his jeans sag on his skinny hips, the button and zipper undone, and his belt missing, just like his recollection of the night before.
Something had definitely gone down last night, but Mr. Dylan couldn't place his finger on it. He shrugged his narrow shoulders in a kind of defeat. Sighing, Bob went into the bathroom to take a hot bath, hoping the heat and aromas would soothe his hangover.
He looked in the mirror as he ran the water, taking in his bloodshot eyes with purple bags underneath, his tangled and curly hair, and his small, slender frame.
"I look like shit", he muttered to himself, and had to laugh a little. He stopped the water and shed his single article of clothing, then stepped in and sunk low in the steaming water. As he washed his hair and body, he mentally walked his way through the night, repeatedly, remembering nothing. He took a deep breath, and submerged under the soapy water to rinse his hair.
At that moment the night came flooding back to him in an instant. He sat up immediately, gasping for air, and water projecting across the bathroom. The moment he constantly desired to have, had finally come; but it had not unfolded the way he expected.