Sunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, hitting my face causing me to scrunch up my eyes even tighter. My head was pounding, a relentless steady beat drumming in my head, my tongue felt furry and I thought I was going to throw up. This must be what a hangover feels like, why would anyone drink if it left you feeling like this?
My memories of the night before were patchy at best, I remembered being given a drink and then going dancing with Ruby, after that things got really blurry.
I tried to pull the covers over my head in an attempt to block out the sun but something prevented me from moving them. I frowned, something heavy was also lying across my waist and now I was almost sentient I could hear breathing coming from behind me. Who was in my bed? Surely I wouldn’t have brought
