I drank too much.

That was my first thought as my eyes flicked open to the dark room. Damnit, I had woken up too early again, before the sun rose. That really messes with my sleep cycle. 

The ground beneath me was cold. Cold and hard. I was laying on a cold, cement ground. Had I fallen out of my bed? No, this is not my room.

Bars to my left and right. I was in a prison cell?

"Fuck." I said quietly, as I processed what was going on "Fuck!" I shouted it.

I got drunk. Now I was in prison. What happened last night?

I looked around the cell. Who else was I with? There were no beds. And this cell seemed to be men and women.

An eerie felling washed over me when I noticed there were no windows in the cell.