I woke up to a horrible hangover. My mouth felt dry, like it was full of sawdust and my head felt like it crashed into a fortified brick wall. How much champagne did I consume last night?
Suddenly, Topaz burst into my room with a tray of food. She placed the tray on my nightstand and then went about opening my curtains.
"Nooooo! The sunlight is the last thing I need!" I cried out, my eye lids heavy. "I want to go back to sleep!"
"Sis, it's a couple of hours past noon. You have to get up." Topaz stated matter-of-factly.
"No way. It can't be that late already!" I pick up my cellphone and it read 2:15 PM.
"Have some food, it will help with your hangover." Topaz instructed as she sat on the edge of my bed.
"Should I be worried that you know so much about how to take care of hangover?" I
