Early December, one year later…
The pink staining the back of my eyelids means that I was a dumbass last night and forgot to close my bedroom curtains. It’s just my luck that the sun is strong and shining, waking me up before I want to deal with the world.
I huff out an annoyed breath through my nose and attempt to move over onto my side.
Awareness starts coming back in bits and pieces, streaming through my sleepy brain no matter how hard I try to fight it.
My head’s pounding, and it’s not from spending all day in my editing cave, trying to finish up all my pre-filmed videos ready for Vlogmas, where YouTubers tend to upload a video every single day for December leading up to Christmas.
My body hurts, a rolling wave of nausea hits my stomach, and last night comes back in fits and start
