For the first time since the union ceremony, I’m alone when I wake. f*****g Mary and whatever sleep spell she forced on me.
It turns out to be a blessing though, because the moment the bright rays of the morning sun infiltrate my eyelids, a sour taste incinerates my throat. I fling myself from bed, hurrying to my bathroom and lurch over the toilet in time for… nothing to come up. I groan, wrapping my arms around my stomach.
It’s the same sensation as last time, the feeling of being sick without the actual bodily fluids that go along with it.
I slide against the nearest bathroom wall and close my eyes. The dark might help things stop moving, which, in turn, will hopefully settle my twinging stomach. Cramps. The feeling of puke. The other day involved pain.
What is happening to me? The s
