Chapter 26: MannforWAKING UP IS not fun.
I’m all twisted and knotted up in a blanket, the fabric sweat-damp and gritty. It’s like I’ve been slurping sour fog, my mouth sharp and fuzzy at the same time, my tongue swollen and heavy.
I should probably roll over and see if I can press down the queasiness, but even the slightest twitch makes my head pound and the room spin. I swallow hard, eyeing the distance to the facilities—a distance that rolls and stretches as I peer along its warping length. Will the misery be worth it? Do I have a choice?
As it turns out, no. No, I don’t.
My body makes the tumbling rush to the cool safety of the bathroom without me getting too much in the way, drastically reducing the amount of cleanup someone will have to deal with—Ange or Cass, probably. Ugh. The c
