Maryanne felt oddly relaxed when she finally came back to the world of living.
Her mouth tasted like something bad she might have eaten, her face was swollen from sleeping too much and her left had was no better than a rock attached to the socket.
She was alone for once so she didn't see the need to rush. Sluggishly she looked around the room and found a door to the right, it had got to be a bathroom, it always is.
The cold surface of the floor pricked at her skin as she walked. A few splashes of cold water was what she needed to wake up completely. She also found a new brush and toothpaste so she used them, why not? She felt horrible anyway.
Once she was sure the swell had reduced and she didn't have breath like a homeless person, she tied her hair up in a bun and exited the room.
