Adelaide
Light assaulted my eyes as the beige walls of our bedroom suite swayed, the ornate woodwork no longer present in straight lines but in undulating waves as it bowed against the contrasting color. Slamming my eyes shut, I held tight to the mattress as if it were a life raft capable of jettisoning me into the ocean's depths. Surely that made the most sense. Instead of being on a bed in an old Southern manor, I was being tossed at sea on a succession of whitecaps.
The rocky waters had my stomach reeling and head pounding.
A migraine.
Scrunching my lids tighter, I forced all light from my eyes. The movement caused my face to ache. It didn't matter. I knew from experience that even a smidgen of light could be all it took to send my body into a full-blown revolt. The way I felt, I
