Literature
In a Bit of a Bind
Freddie awoke to a throbbing headache and nothing but a vague jumble of memories from the previous night.
He mustered an apathetic grunt without otherwise moving. He had long since learned not to trouble himself with the occasional missing memory or two - dwelling upon the lapses only resulted in an anxious tightness in his chest and the worsening of his headaches.
At least Freddie knew where he was. Oh, there was nothing worse than coming to, delirious and lost. No, not this time; he was still in his flat, face down in bed. Naked. Of course, naked. He would have it no other way.
At least someone had been so kind as to toss a blanket over