UNCONSCIOUSNESS The sun had just broken when I woke. It cast muted orange light over everything. First, I noticed the beach looked entirely worse for wear not cloaked in night. Large clumps of seaweed were strewn across the sand, sand that was such a somber hue of grey it was like the waves had risen up overnight and washed the color away. I pushed myself upright off the sand and instantly regretted it. My head felt as if it had been bunking with an impact drill. It was a thick pain. I pressed my hand to my forehead to ward it off. Beside me I noticed two beer cans and a blue backpack. The night came back in fragmented pieces. Was there something in the beer? Vodka? But I’d had vodka, and it didn’t taste like that. He opened the can himself. That much I remembered. I saw a small white baggie flapping under the backpack. Drugged. Great. A horrible sinking feeling came over me as I considered darker intentions, but nothing felt out of place, and surely I’d notice that.
