You roll home just as the sky starts to get light. Things are as quiet as they're likely to get, the clock is starting to close in uncomfortably towards five. You both crash down on the couch like dead weight. It does not collapse. She falls sideways and her head comes to rest on your leg, further incentive to stay upright as it would be horrible if she were to move.
You cry out in unison disgustedly as the birds begin to sing. The sky turns the colour of an old bruise, like the one on your arm where she squeezed you too hard when the band started playing. Your mouth tastes of cigarettes. You help her into bed and close the door and curtains against the horrible encroaching daylight.
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this just makes me think of the director's other video, which has been known to induce that queasy feeling often associated with hangovers:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9k4SVl5pBs
Yeah, that much raw sensuality is a bit much to take when you're nursing a hangover.
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