Incitar

A 42-year-old woman, barefoot on a frat house bathroom floor, wearing a baggy ASU hoodie that isn't mine and gray sweatpants that keep sliding down my hips. My long brown hair with its full bangs is a tangled mess. My makeup—what's left of it—is smeared under my eyes. No bra, no underwear beneath the hoodie, just the faint outline of a ridiculous slingshot bikini still clinging to my curves. I'm holding a cold washcloth to some stranger's forehead while his roommate watches from the toilet lid.