Preface
I awoke for the umpteenth time that night, unable to find a comfortable position, not to mention my back was killing me.
My mouth, which was dry upon waking, was suddenly watery, and I could taste salt. A great wave of dizziness rolled over me, and I clutched my stomach in agony. With sweaty palms, I pulled the covers back and attempted to sit up. On account of every slight movement, every breath that I took, my head spun more. I could feel my stomach contents start to rise in my throat, so I bolted out of bed and dashed to the bathroom. Promptly, I vomited a murky green substance into the toilet. I rested my head against the basin of the toilet, relishing in the coldness. Still trembling from the aftershocks, I closed my eyes, for the world was once again spinning.
With sweat outlining my pale face and hair, making it seem as if it was shinning with grease, I fell asleep. I awoke again some minutes late retching and expelling more of the murky substance, which some how had progressed to a disgusting color of hazelnut. Once again I feel asleep, then woke up, threw up, and fell asleep again. This happened several times throughout the grueling night.