Morning Dawn
The next morning dawned achingly early for Diana. Her eyes nearly throbbed out of her very head as she cracked them open against the bright sunlight which was pouring into the room. “Ugh,” she moaned, dragging the sound out. “Do wolves get hangovers?” she wondered as she held one hand against her head. “I bet they don’t,” she groaned enviously. She slumped against the pillows. Her head throbbed again, and she couldn’t even muster the energy to get up and close the blinds. “Knock, knock,” came James’s voice from outside the door. “Can I come in?” “If you’re quiet,” she replied. “Ah,” he opened the door as he said it. “Joshua was worried you’d be a bit sick this morning,” he said. “I guess he was right.” Diana cracked her eyes again to see that he was holding a cup of coffee, a glass o
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