was cleaning out my google docs and found this lovely little nugget
noble woke up realizing two things: he had little to no recollection of what happened last night and that he had somehow made it back to his own bed. this was not an unusual scenario. in fact, what would have been more awkward would have been if he had remembered anything. after sitting up, he set his one goal for the day. noble was not necessarily a goal-driven person, but he had read a book when he was a freshman in college called HOW TO GET WHAT YOU WANT THE EASY WAY. while the rest of the tenets and details escaped him, he had lived by the book’s first piece of advice ever since: set one goal a day. or at least that’s what he told himself. and so with the realization that sunlight had started coming into the room he decided he should get out of bed and figure out what the hell had happened to his eye. it wasn’t so much that his eye was stinging; tortured by a grit of sand or a razor sharp eyelash…no, this was different from that. it was also unlike when someone punches you in the face. noble hadn’t been in a lot of fights, but enough to know the dull pain that comes from a drunken shiner. this wasn’t like that. it was sharper. the flesh was soft and gave in like that of an over ripe tomato, about to split in two. that was close, but it wasn’t. the truth was, there wasn’t really a lot of pain at all. just a sort of dull tingle. but there was definitely something awry. and with that, noble got up, shiftily stumbled to the bathroom and for the first time got a good look at the gaping socket not-staring him back in the face.
noble swore.