The sun shone brightly through the blinds of the bedroom. Birds could be heard singing their morning songs, filling the inside and outside of the walls with such lovely cheeps and chirps.

A woman laid with her body sprawled out in her bed, her sheets removed from atop her, her nightgown just barely covering her if it weren't for its loosely tied sash, and despite the welcoming sounds the morning chorus, she fought her morning stirs so she could stay asleep for as long as possible. But it was a losing battle, and she knew it, ultimately giving up and admitting her defeat through a long yawn met with an equally long stretch of her arms and legs. She winced as her muscles strained themselves to come to terms with being awake like the rest of her body demanded. And after a short moment, she cracked her eyes open, letting them adjust to the light before sitting up and looking around the room. Although the moment she did, she immediately regretted it, her head pounded as if two Ursa's were battling each other inside of her skull; whether it was a bad head rush, or possibly something she ate, the feeling was still nauseating all the same.

The woman just sat on the bed for a moment, fixing her robe to better cover herself while her body readjusted itself, but it seemed the nauseous feeling in her head had a mind of its own, and it slowly sank down into her stomach. It wasn't the greatest tradeoff she could ask for, but at least her head was starting to feel better.

Once she thought she was ready, she swung her legs over the edge and stood up from the bed. She felt like she could walk just fine, but her stomach only felt so much worse after merely standing up. She gripped her stomach and moaned softly as she tried to make herself feel better. But all she felt was queasiness...Maybe if I eat something else, it will go away. She thought eating something might help, and it was about the time her ex husband would be cooking breakfast.

But nature had other plans for her.

Grrrrrrr…her eyes grew wide as her stomach growled, and her hands flew back around her abdomen as the nauseous feeling grew more intense until it took over her body.

Then it stopped, but only to be replaced once more with another feeling; one that felt like it was rising, faster, and faster until she felt what she ate last night start to come up. Then she gagged, and as she covered her mouth, she moaned, "Oh gods…"

Within a moments notice, she rushed into the attached bathroom and plunged her head straight into the toilet, and she just barely made it as she spilled out everything she had. Her body lurched with every heave until there was nothing left in her stomach to spare.

Then she collapsed to the floor, and once again her head felt miserable, an unkind acquaintance to accompany her sickened stomach, and all she felt now was her body beginning to feel incredibly cold, and then warm, and then cold again, and warm again. Her first impulse was to untie her robe and let the air cool her after feeling like she was burning up inside it, decency became second to how she felt—and right now she felt like shit. It hadn't even been ten minutes since she first awoke, and here she was laying on the floor after being forced to remove all the contents of her stomach.

After a long moment of recuperation, she reached up with one hand and grabbed the toilet seat so she could try and stand back up. As she did so, she clenched her stomach while she pulled herself up from the bathroom floor, and each moment her muscles were forced to do something, she let go a shuddering breath. Then she shifted over to the edge of the sink counter, her footing wasn't quite so steady now, but she still managed to hold herself up. She took a couple more deep breaths as she brought herself to look in the mirror: her face atrociously pale, and her skin was damp with sweat as her hair clung to her face. She heaved, emptying her lungs entirely before refilling them again, and not long afterwards, she groaned, "I should've had something else last night."

NOTE THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW AND NOT A FINAL FORM YET. EVERYTHING READ IS STILL SUBJECT TO CHANGE