Bitter Reality

R O M A N

Dimming the cigarette, I stretched my arm and tried to reach for the bottle of whisky that was on the other side of the room. I was by the bedroom seat, so it was a little far from me. Well, I didn't have the energy to stand, so I opted to try to reach it with my hand.

“Shit.” I cursed as the more I reached for it, the further it seemed to move, but I knew that was just in my eyes; there