The door swings open.
Lana walks in with a tray of roast chicken, pasta, vegetables and orange juice. I turn on the other side of the bed and pull the sheets over my head.
"I don't want to wake up!" I groan.
"You've slept all day, babe. It's almost 5.00pm. Atleast have something to eat."
"I don't want food! I just want to die!"
"I put a little poison in your food." She smiles. "Just eat it and you'll die. Simple."
I manage a smile as I sit up on the bed. Lana sets the tray in the middle and sits on the edge of the bed. I grab the glass of orange juice as she bites on the piece of chicken.
"How are you feeling?" She asks quietly with sympathy-filled eyes.
"I feel like shìt." I mutter. "I've slept the whole night and the whole day. My head is spinning. My stomach is rumbling. I'm sta
