A short tale.

I woke up after only minutes of sleep to the sound of Adam puking behind me. I jumped out of bed like the goddam thing was on fire. I then turned to see him still sleeping, only the sheets and his upper body were covered in frightening red-orange vomit. I've never known someone to vomit while unconscious before, hence this experience was initally rather frightening. To remedy my panic I decided to start shouting him awake telling him what he's done. It was easy, he was instantly coaxed out of his coma. I started gathering the rank sheets together to put in the washing machine but on my way there the stench and sight of the shit got my stomach doing backflips. More panic as I drop the sheets and step quickly into the bathroom. More frightening red-orange vomit, only this time delivered by an entirely different vessel - myself. As this is happening, Adam had emerged from his room and with extreme drunken nonchalance removed his boxer shorts and started showering. I'm now caught somewhere between being horribly sick and wanting to laugh heartily at his behaviour. I was sick a bit more then went back to bed, where I remained undisturbed for several comfortable hours.