Blind

He woke up because of the sun shining brightly in his eyes. He was lying in the sofa. The TV was still on. The whiskey bottle was empty. He knew that, someway or another, last night had changed him. If he liked the change or not, he couldn’t tell. He remembered mostly everything from the night before, all though some things were a bit blurry. He didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or cry on his behaviour from the day before. What had gotten into him?! Why had he said all those things, why had he thought those thoughts, and why had they done what they did?! All he knew was that, somehow, it had changed him. He looked at the table and saw the drawing they had made last night. He laughed, but at the same time shock his head. He was changed, all because of that man.