Bright sunshine flooded into Emily's room rousing her from what had been a terrible night's sleep. Consciousness only made her more aware of the fact that her head was throbbing. It wasn't unusual for her to have a couple glasses of wine on Girl's night, but it rarely left her feeling this hungover. It took all of her energy to muster up the desire to finally crawl out of bed.
Dragging herself into the bathroom, Emily felt sick to her stomach. The sensation felt so strong that she sat on the toilet for several minutes before she felt confident that she was not going to throw up. Although she wanted to take a shower, she desperately needed coffee. That finally provided her with the motivation she required to walk out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
Allison had apparently already left for the morning. That really was not all that unusual. Emily's roommate liked to get her workout in before the day really started. Still considering how she felt, Emily was surprised that Allison had so easily made it out of the apartment. The last thing that Emily wanted to think about was hopping on a treadmill or lifting weights. Between the headache and nausea, she was just happy that she had managed to pop a K-cup into the Keurig.
The taste of her morning coffee did seem to help. Emily's stomach started to settle a bit as she took her first few sips. It improved matters enough for her to contemplate what had happened last night. It had been years since she had felt this bad after a night with friends, and in those instances she had gotten incredibly drunk. As far as she could remember that had not been the case last night. Sure her and Allison had opened a bottle of sparkling wine, but it was just one bottle. A few glasses of wine had never made her feel quite this bad.
It didn't make any sense. During her school days, Emily drank really low grade alcohol. Last night, she had opened a rather expensive bottle of wine. The only thing that seemed to explain what had happened was perhaps she had consumed some spoiled food. To be on the safe side, she threw out what was left in the fridge. Part of her felt really upset because she had only just yesterday purchased everything from a high end grocery store.
After finishing her coffee Emily felt well enough to go take a shower. The warm water felt good against her skin. Still as she let it pour down on her back, Emily struggled to motivate herself. She stood motionless in the shower for several minutes trying to shake the terrible hangover but all of it was for naught.
By the time she finished her shower the bathroom was full of steam. Emily wrapped a towel around her body and stood in front of the mirror. She had hoped to get a lot of things done today. Now that seemed unlikely. All Emily wanted to do was go back to bed. As she began getting dressed, Emily realized that nothing seemed to be making her feel better.
It was at that moment that she noticed it. It was almost imperceptible at first, but it was clearly there. The scent was in the air. Although she had forgotten about it, her subconscious had not. Emily's senses slowly began to focus in, trying to lock onto it once again.
At first she continued with her routine, getting dressed, brushing her teeth and trying to get ready for the day. Her body didn't really need any mental energy to do this which freed it up to savor the fragrance. Before Emily consciously detected the smell, she started to feel better. The powerful scent was clearing her of the lingering hangover symptoms.
Then it hit her, the familiar scent of vinegar. Emily felt a warmth spread out through her body. The fragrance was calling out to her, beckoning her to come find it. This time the drug-like effects hit her harder causing her body to drift off into the haze again. It controlled all of Emily's senses guiding her toward it.
When Emily's eyes locked onto the source of the scent her body started shaking. Laying on the ground in the corner of the bathroom were the pair of tights that Allison had been wearing yesterday. Unable to control her urges, she fell to her knees and buried her face into the tights.
Breathing in the intoxicating scent of Allison's tights, Emily felt a rush of euphoria wash over her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, a heady mix of desire and satisfaction that consumed her entirely. The fabric held traces of Allison's perfume, a delicate floral scent that mingled with the natural musk of her body, creating a potent aroma that sent shivers down Emily's spine.
