I woke up with a pounding headache. My body ached while my stomach churned. I prayed that I could walk far enough to the bathroom, if needed.
I was weak and dehydrated so getting up was harder than I thought. But somehow, I managed.
I was able to drag myself to the kitchen for some water. Vince stood by the freshly brewed pot of coffee, grabbing a mug from the cupboard.
“Morning,” he greeted, glancing over his shoulder.
“Morning,” I mumbled.
“Coffee?”
I sat down at the small, round table, cradling my head in my hands and closing my eyes.
“Please,” I said, “and water.”
Vince shuffled through the cupboard one more time before pouring a cup of coffee and setting in down in front of me.
“Cream or sugar?” he asked.
It hurt too much to shake my head. “I’m good, thanks,” was my repl
