Erica
I woke up the next morning with a terrible headache, my throat was hurting like hell.
I struggled to get out of the bed, as everything appear to be blurry as I walked out of my room. I managed to get to my kitchen, after which I opened the fridge to get a chilled bottle of water to drink.
Hopefully, it cures me of my hangover.
It's Sunday morning and I have nothing planned, I sat down on one of the chairs in the kitchen as my mind drifted to the events of the early hours. It felt good to be able to pour out my heart to him, and the alcohol was very instrumental in achieving that.
My stomach started rumbling for food as I stood up and walked towards the fridge and opened it to see that there was little or no food inside, That could quench my hunger.
With Alex and his nan
