Katrina woke up with a dull ache pounding behind her eyes. She groaned and rolled onto her side, burying her face into the pillow. It took her a moment to force herself up from the bed and walk slowly down to make honey water to drink.
Her mouth felt dry and her head felt heavy as she stirred the honey into the warm water.
“What happened last night?” she asked herself. The last thing she remembered was taking the second sip of the alcohol and waking up this morning.
“I’m never drinking again,” she stressed lazily and gulped the water down her throat. For a while, it didn’t cure her misery, so she placed her head on the kitchen cabinet, feeling too lazy to make the walk to the living room or back to her room.
Her phone buzzed loudly, causing more aches, and she grunted as she picked it
