Coronation

[LunaticOnTheGrass]

His eyes opened, interrupting his snoring with a start. Listlessly his eyes blearily blinked into focus, the full pain of a hangover hitting his temples like a bullet shot between them. He painfully, slowly rose to a seated position on his stool, blinking at a document of some kind.

“Probably only vaguely important”.

He shuffled the mess of papers about his desk, through set-aside plans, poems, love letters…

His blood ran cold. The Ceremony. He had but an hour to take the stage.

The man leapt to his feet, scattering several packs of MRE’s from a shelf built into the asteroid’s bare rock itself and grabbed what would hopefully be the right pharmaceuticals to power through. Too hungover to view the label, the dosage… The man had already swallowed them with one last sip of his alcoholic company.