My eyes don't want to open when my alarm blares the radio to wake me up.
I groan and push myself up, only to realise that I am still on my floor, fully clothed.
I grunt and curse as I push myself up and stagger sleepily towards my alarm clock to hit it and shut off its blaring music. I can feel my muscles protesting with every movement I make and I just want to curl back up in my bed and sleep endlessly. But of course, that isn’t an option.
I stagger to my bathroom and take a moment to look at myself in the vanity mirror. My eyes are puffy, tear stains are left on my face, untouched from the night before. I rub my eyes a little and strip, hopping into the shower just as I turn it on. The cold-water startling me awake from my stupor.
Once I get out,
