Truth or Dare

My eyes open but it is dark and I fear I've gone blind! I don't move. I hear voices of laughter and I smell coffee. What's this in my hand? A plastic toy gun? I roll over to my side and this head of hair clunks to the floor next to me. Oh my head hurts. I follow the light from the base of a door by crawling and feeling for objects. I find the light switch. Click! I'm in a child's room!

The last thing I can remember is playing truth or dare.

My friends will have to fill me in. I stand and see the porcelin doll has lipstick all over her face.

Opening the door there is a roar of laughter at me.

"Good Morning baby killer!" My friends can hardly speak through hysterical laughter. Apparently my lipstick is all over my cheeks and chin. I look a hot mess. Still holding the gun I "shoot myself." Again the room erupts and phones are aimed at me.

What a party.