The sun was ostensibly bright, or perhaps senses were just acutely sensitive this morning. Sitting up with a groan, she grimaced at the fuzz coating her tongue while rubbing at crusted lids. Feeling disgusted, she rose from the bed and prepared for the worst.
Only, the worst didn't come.
Huh...I actually feel okay.
The head-pounding ache didn't come, and neither did the need to puke her guts out. Maybe her tolerance had built up?
Swinging legs over the bed, she stood and stripped off last night's clothing before heading straight to the en-suite bathroom, thoroughly anticipating a long steamy bath.
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Posted: May 3, 2020