KOOKIE:
My head pounds like there’s a village of Smurfs throwing a party in it.
A loud groan escapes my throat as I shift under the covers, and for a moment, I don’t know where I am. I open my eyes to see the stream of the setting sun filtering through the curtains. My tongue feels dry and heavy, and my stomach turns in slow, nauseating waves. I place a hand on my forehead as though that would make the drumming go away. Then I turn around, blinking slowly until my eyes form a full image of the glass of water covered on my nightstand with a small container beside it.
I force myself to sit up, noticing a note by the pill and water.
My fingers tremble as I reach for it, unfolding the paper with weak hands.
“Take these when you wake up. You should rest if you still feel tired.”
My eyes w
