Creative writing - 20.07.2020

Unfortunately, there are days where I am too exhausted to write but I do try to keep my mind ticking over by free writing from prompts, which help stop me slipping into periods where I don't write anything for months and months.

Below is a freewrite I did this weekend when I wasn't in the mood to work on my main novel. 

Prompt: the stale smell of the old rug... 

...brought back memories of that night when I went out with friends and drank too much prosecco, port, beer and got sickeningly drunk.  I remember the trip home in the taxi as it weaved through traffic, taking corners at speed as I slid from side to side on the horrible sticky car seat.  Houses, trees, other cars quickly passed by as I tried to stay focussed on the bright full moon in the midnight sky above that was the only motionless thing that kept me awake.  The music playing on the car stereo was ear-deafeningly loud and the woman singing was unintelligible and shrill.  There was a pungent smell of sweat from long gone passengers’ bodies as well as from the taxi driver who I glimpsed staring at me in his rear-view mirror, thinking whether he should slap a surcharge on my fare as cover if I suddenly spewed in his car.  Thankfully, the taxi suddenly came to a halt outside my home, but my head continued to spin like a dropped coin.  I paid the taxi driver and stumbled out of the car onto the pavement, watching as he revved away down the street.  I entered my home and, in the darkness, managed to crawl upstairs to my bedroom where I blacked out on the rug.  I was still there, on the rug, the next morning, but now cold, shivering and emptied.