Bzzz, Bzzz...

I can feel a buzzing right in my left ear, upsetting and persistent.

Wait a minute... Is a bee? Or even worse... A wasp!?

Without opening my eyes, I picture myself asleep in the middle of the forest with a swarm of bees flying over my head in a threatening way.
I start to panicking.

Bzzz, Bzzz...

But I realize that the buzz doesn't sound like an insect at all, it's more like an epilator. For not to mention that I don't have any reason to falling asleep in a forest. Or to being in a forest in first place.
I'm guess in a city girl.

Bzzz, Bzzz...

Then, the rational part of my mind finally wakes up and tells me that's probably just my iPhone vibrating.
With my right hand, I search the origin of noise with my eyes still closed. 
I must have a bad hangover - and a pretty bad one - because I can't remember to have been drinking or going partying in first place. What a mess.

I reach the infernal device and I don't know how, but I manage to answer an incoming call.

— Hi?
— Where are you? - Claims a voice at the other side of the line.

The voice sounds somewhat familiar, but I can't identify it. Where I heard that voice before?
I slowly open my eyes while the interlocutor keeps talking. The first thing I notice is that I'm lying on the floor. Just like that. In the floor as a rag. The second is that I'm in a place I don't recognize. I'm at a room that definitely doesn't belongs to my house, or my dad's house.

— Are you listening to me!?
— Sorry, what? - I center my attention in the phone conversation while a bad feeling grows inside me.
— Oh my god, are you drunk?
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