A party

I was walking, no, rather, I was making my way along a gloomy almost black corridor. The air was thick like jelly, and I had to put incredible efforts to move forward. Somewhere in front, there was a turn. I clearly saw the light falling from there. And there, around the bend, someone was knocking, tarabanil, like a woodpecker on a tree. This knock of red-hot nails penetrated into the brain, was given in the temples, causing me to moan from pain and hurry. Hurry to the turn to find the light, calm the "woodpecker" and finally stop the torture.

And now, finally, a turn, a bright light in my eyes and ... suddenly I woke up. My head ached. The pain was as if a blunt self-tapping screw was screwed into the temples, piercing the skin, bone and driving it into the brain. I grimaced and immediately heard a knock. It turns out that they were knocking not in a dream, but in reality. And burst into the door of my room. Hardly thinking, I stood up heavily and, wrapping myself in a blanket, walked to the door. Not to say that the door "endured" from the blows, but someone pushed hard and hard into it. Holding out my anger, I yelled:

- Well, who else is there? What do you want?

- Zhenya, are you at home? Are you sleeping or something? - I heard the voice of Lena.

- Why? - I asked, still not how, not coming to myself, - what time is it?

- Eight ... Eight in the evening, - was heard in response, - you were not at the dinner and I went to find out what happened to you.

- Yes?! - I was surprised, opening the door. “I lay down and seemed to fall asleep,” I explained, “now my head hurts ...”

- I, absolutely by chance, have pills with me. Give from the head?

- ... - I nodded and grimaced in pain. - You see? - appealed to her friend - still hard thinking.

Lena had a handbag in her hands, from which she took out her makeup bag and opened it. I saw flashes of medicine blinking. With a rustle of one, she took out a pill and handed it to me.

- Here. Have a drink. Is there water?

- ... - I looked back and, seeing the opened bottle of mineral water, grabbed it.

The pill was a bit strange. An equilateral pentagon, as if composed of multi-colored triangles - in passing, I noted. Sticking a pill into his mouth and chewing, he poured to the neck. An unpleasant bitterness arose in the mouth. Warm water bubbled into the throat, carbon dioxide tickled the nose. A sip, another and bitterness disappeared, and copious perspiration covered her forehead. Weakness struck "from around the corner, like a dusty bag over the head" and I flopped onto the edge of the bed.

- you what? - Lena was surprised. - You feel bad? She said sympathetically.

“No ... just a weakness ..." I replied, covering my eyes. - Now everything will pass. I got dizzy.

“Then at least I lay down,” and pressed on my shoulders, forcing my head to fall onto the pillow.

My girlfriend's hands lay on my forehead, as if estimating the temperature. They seemed pleasantly cool to me.

- It would have lain all night ... without a break - I muttered, - You are my mom! - I squeezed weakly out of myself.

There was a ringing laugh, and felt that she sat down next. And then her lips in a hot kiss pressed against mine. We kissed for a long time. It was entrancingly good, although Lena didn’t make any more rapprochement attempts.

For that, I did it. Keeping my eyes closed, because I was still sick, I hugged her, drawing her to me. She slightly gave way, bending forward so that I even through the fabric felt tense when in contact with my body her breasts. My nipples are completely numb, turning into one nerve. There was a feeling that touch their bare surface, and they will ring out of tension.

When we separated our lips, and Helen straightened her back, she laughed again, like a little bell, and then asked:

- How are you?

- ... - I listened to my feelings, gladly realizing that the pain in my head had almost disappeared, and the mood “below the plinth” a few minutes ago was surely creeping up. - I was well established, - opening my eyes.

At the sight of a friend's girlfriend, bending over me, it generally began to roll off almost into ecstasy. At first I lifted myself up on my elbows, then sat dangling my legs down and squeezing Lena. I was so good ... and fun ... It seemed that a naughty devil settled inside me. After waiting a little, I jumped to my feet and hugged my girlfriend, jumping around her and making her spin. And then, remembering the children's cartoon, she delighted in the phrase she heard there:

- A miracle happened! Friend saved a friend! - and kissed the savior on the lips.

- Okay, you! Fell as a little child, - my friend humorously dismissed me, - it looks like you're fine.

- I'm fine, fine, fine! - I sang to different tones, feeling if I was not the owner of the world, then at least her assistant.

“Then what about the evening?” She said, looking into my eyes.

“What about the evening?” - I suddenly sang again. It’s just a pearl from a good mood, pleasant company and in general from everything.

- Stepan and I decided to make a little small party. Sit, drink ... How are you? Do not mind?

- Not! - I replied, feeling the energy of joy just overwhelms me.

- Well done! Then let's go ... - she pulled my hand.

I took a step after, and then stopped.

- What else? - Lena raised an eyebrow.

- It is necessary to change clothes, - I answered, - I can not go in it! - Showing on the crumpled beach robe in which she slept, finished the sentence.

- Then go ahead! - as if infected with my mood, she smiled.

Running up to the closet, I break a rather poor wardrobe and took out a cheerful summer dress and changed my clothes.

- Well? Finally go? - Lena asked again.

After examining myself and being pleased, I grabbed her hand and pulled my girlfriend to the door:

- Let's go!

We went out into the corridor, locked the door, and headed for the stairs to the third floor.

When we got up, I saw a massive metal door and an intercom fixed to the wall. Lena took out the key-pill from her purse and put it to the reader. Somewhere inside clicked, the intercom snapped and she opened the front door with an effort.

The corridor along which we moved looked strange. Red carpet with a thick nap on the floor. For some reason, the walls are covered with cellophane, which distorts the distance and, concealing, the contours, bending the objects behind them.

- What's this? - I wondered puzzled the guide.

“Repair,” she answered shortly, leading me to the very end of the corridor.

“Probably, they did it so that the dust would not fall,” I said, but the question suddenly died out in the rustling cellophane film suddenly stirring. - What is it? - I looked at Lena.

“...” she nodded vaguely forward. I looked and saw that the door to the side room had opened.

- Draft! - I guessed

Suddenly, on the threshold of the room, a strange figure was weaving from the air. It’s a cross between man and animal, but I couldn’t see it as if it were out of focus. Then the contours of the body fluttered, and as if typing "confidence" clearly traced.

- Stepan! - recognizably flashed in my head.

- Hello! Hello! Here and our loss was found! I hope that nothing serious happened? - cheerfully said meeting.

“She just fell asleep,” Lena revealed the secret.

“And then my head ached, and your wife gave me a magic pill.” And everything went! - I boasted.

- Well, pass, pass! He said cheerfully, and stepped aside, inviting us inside.

Entering the room, I was surprised. Even for this place, the room looked unusually rich. It consisted of two rooms. The first was three times more than my birdhouse. Comfortable sofa, standing along the side wall. Opposite the big flat TV, not less than a meter diagonally hanging on the wall, next to the curtain covering the entrance to the bedroom. Two chairs are located next to the balcony and a low dark wooden table in the center of the room is filled with snacks. ...