What have I done?

I woke up the next morning laid down on the bed. I had no idea how I made it back home, neither could I recall a thing as I was totally blank and wasted.

I kept on staring at the painting on the ceiling, I felt nauseous and my entire body was numb and heavy. Inside my mouth tasted a bit sour and I reek of the smell of tequila and an unidentified alcoholic smell.

“I must have drank quite a lot last night.” I thought to myself. The room door opened and Celia walked in with a tray which contained a white porcelain bowl with blue pattern of flowers drawn on its side

“Here, I made you porridge to cure your hangover.” She placed it on the bed and helped me up in a sitting posture.

“Thank you Celia.” I spoke and dug into it immediately. Celia kept her gaze fixed on me while I helped myself to the bowl of porridge before. Soon I noticed her lurking eyes all over me. “What is it? Why are you looking at me like I had just committed a huge blunder?” I asked with all curiosity.

“Nothing.” She sai