The next morning my head felt like it is under construction. It's whirring as if a drill is dredging holes in it. The whole room shifted and spun the moment I tried to sit up straight. Still having that irresponsible drinker's hangover.
"I swear I'm not drinking to that extent any time soon," I said reminding myself before climbing out of bed which I wasn't accounted for.
My right foot slipped and I fell on the floor face first. Even though there was a fluffy rug that still hurt a great deal. While the rest of my body arched above the floor. Then Kaye came running to my room brows knitted together and flustered.
"Bee what are you doing on the floor?" She scratches the back of her head then crotches and eventually flopped down the floor putting both hands under her chin while flutterin
