[Mary’s POV]
As the sun started to shine through the window, Tommy finally began to wake up. He was still having his arm wrapped around me, and I had been trying to get out of his hold for around 25 minutes or more, but he was apparently a heavy sleeper when he had been drinking. But then he suddenly started to move.
“Oh, my head!” Tommy groaned, as he put his hands to his head and rolled on to his back. So, I took my chance to jump out of the bed, before I took a pillow and threw it at him, in anger.
“Hey! What’s wrong with you?” Tommy asked, as he looked at me, with a frown.
“Me? You should ask yourself that!” I snapped, as I threw another one at him, as he covered his face.
“Why? What did I do?” But just as the words had left his lips, he seemed to realize what it was about.
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