text: I woke up in my bed. What a miracle, I don’t remember getting home... I went over the checklist; “I am not in jail and I seem to have all my limbs”. My heart was racing and a feeling of anxiety and panic overtook me. Could it be withdrawals? “NO, only alcoholics have those”. I tried to plunge for the bottle of water but the newly discovered pain in my arm managed to deviate the trajectory of my hand. I watched as the bottle fell in slow motion and awakened my 120 kilos roommate sleeping in a bed across the meter wide room. He promptly asked, “Are you okay? You came home late last night”. I tried to respond but the apparent lack of moisture in my mouth made speech impossible for me. I managed to grunt, “EUUEUUEUH”. In this state of existence called HUMAN GARBAGE, basic functions cannot be performed simultaneously. They follow a strict hierarchy of prioritization determined by what remains of the human brain. It is a natural defense mechanism that allows basic reflection and memory recollection to be postponed to a more suitable time. The meager effort required for this display of life was too much for me and I promptly closed my eyes, only to open them instants later realizing that I would not make it another second without hydration. I tried to counteract my blurred vision by widening my eyes, but achieved the opposite effect as a fucking sunray that had navigated itself between the curtains managed to cross my path. I was now mute and blind. By scanning my hands in the general area of the last recorded position of the bottle I managed to make contact with an unidentified cold surface. I enthusiastically picked up the object only to find its weight deceptively small. “Its ok, I just need a mouthful”. NIGHTMARE. The bottle is empty and the nearest source of water will require a range of motion that is currently unavailable to me. I pivoted as to allow my feet to make contact with the ground. It is only when I managed to stand up that I realized to what extent I had made abstraction of the nausea. I braced myself for my long and perilous travel. I had the target in sight, not literally as my vision was severely impaired, but I hade spend enough time in that hellhole of a room to find my way to the sink.