I woke up with sun rays on my face.
“Ouch, my head.” I frown and slowly massage my temple. Hangover, the worst part of getting drunk. I looked around and I was in my dirty room. Clothes everywhere, crumpled paper, and a photo of my mom in my bed.
“What did I do last night?” I asked myself and rested my body on my bed. I feel so lazy, I feel like I have no bones, just muscles.
*beep*
I grabbed my phone and I saw Clara’s name.
How are you? Do you have any hangovers? I have a delivery for today, do you want anything? I would be glad to grab it for you. XOXO
I rolled my eyes and softly chuckled. I compose a reply and breathe heavily.
Yes, my head is really throbbing right now. Well, I guess you’re an expert in hangovers LMAO. Just get me the usual, please.
