complications

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        The sun rose in between the silky, white curtains. Rays of sunshine beaming onto the king-sized bed that had a pile of mess wrapped up in the soft, beige, cotton fabrics. Oliver groaned, enervated by the small amount of sleep he got. He had stayed up all night drinking some beer and had apparently passed out. Trying to drown his sorrow away from Grace.

    The throbbing head ache that consumed him did not help with the fact that it was ridged cold outside and  sun rays were hitting him in the face. Oliver turn over and slowly stood up, trying to reconcile if he could even walk properly. He slid out of the warm sheets and staggered his way to the bathroom. He felt like he was going to puke. Oliver Made his path way into the bathroom across the marble tile, and bear carpet. Oliver closed the door behind himself and turned the sink on, the water nice and cool as he splashed h2o on his face. 

    Oliver gripped the edges of the granite counter and looked into the oblong mirror, seeing his reflection. He honestly looked like a piece of crap. He knew that he could not go to work looking like this. Bags under his eyes. His eyes bloodshot, Oliver's face was reddish, and his breath reeking like blue moon beer.