I woke up the following day with a splitting headache.
What happened? I feel so shitty.
I got up slowly and went to the bathroom to do my morning routine.
“Horrible.” I said as I look at the mirror. But I felt odd. Something doesn’t add up right.
Shouldn’t be I wearing make-up? I don’t remember cleaning up last night.
I didn’t think any further as my headache is already killing me. I went on to brush my teeth and wash my face, and combed my hair with my fingers.
After I was done, I went back to the bedroom and rummaged through my luggage from my mini first-aid kit. It has different kinds of medicine - for flu, headache, colds and cough, and pain. I got two tabs for headache, drank them, and hoped to get some more sleep.
“Good. You’re awake.” A voice from the bedroom said as I was ab
