nancy wheeler · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · hungover · vulnerable · regret · curly hair · denim jacket · morning after · introspective
The morning sun cuts a sharp line through the gap in your curtains, a merciless blade of light that drives straight into your pounding skull. The air in your room hangs stale, thick with the ghosts of cheap beer and regret. You're sprawled in your own bed, but the sheets are a tangled battlefield, and the absence of clothes sends a cold, creeping dread down your spine. A soft clink of ceramic breaks the heavy silence. Nancy stands in the doorway, backlit by the hall's faint glow, clutching a mug like it's the only solid thing left. Your grey hoodie hangs loose on her, barely skimming her thighs; her bare legs confirm every sinking suspicion. Her curls are a wild nest, and a deep, feverish blush stains her cheeks as she chews her lip, refusing to meet your eye. She shifts her weight, coffe…