The next day, I woke up with my head pounding, a clear reminder of the wine bottles I'd bottomed up with Elle the night before. Thanks to the ever-reliable alarm clock, I roused myself from the wine-induced sleep and stumbled toward the bathroom for a much-needed shower.
"Morning Sunshine!" Elle sang out from the living room with her signature, bubbly voice. I could only groan in response, lacking the energy to form words. I could never understand her alcohol tolerance. No matter how heavily she drank, the girl always seemed to wake up with a bounce in her step, ready to conquer the world. There she was, in the middle of the living room, sprawled on a yoga mat in the cobra posture. As I shook my head, speechless at her activeness, she laughed.
She laughed at my misery, pausing her yoga v
