SONG SUGGESTION: "Good Riddance" by Green Day
"Honey?"
I open my eyes. I am in bed in what looks like a condo. Annabel leans over me, smiling, kissing me awake.
"You're going to be late," she continues. "For your own IPO."
IPO? What the h*ll?
She shakes her head, a fond but exasperated smile on her face. "A little too much celebrating last night, I see."
Glancing around, I see all the bougie comforts of home that I rejected as a bona fide geek. Smart home devices that I always rejected because I didn't want them listening to me and storing my preferences, much less my conversations. I recline on what look like hotel-inspired pillows, ironically. Flameless candles on the dresser. A faux fur blanket wadded up at the end of the bed.
I've transmigrated into my personal nightmare. There's nothing wrong with these things, I just hate being cliched.
"Yeah, I guess I did party hard," I say, pressing my hand to my head, which is spinning, and not from overindulging in alcohol.
