Juliette
the last six months...
It's the first of January.
I sit up in bed and bury my face in my hands. The vicious migraine makes it hard for me to open my eyes or crawl out of bed. The nasty hangover is a result of endless partying and drinking last night.
We left the party before sunrise. Megan passed out on my couch. I dragged myself upstairs and passed out on my bed.
I halfway open my eyes and look up at the clock. It's noon. Honestly thought I would wake up later than that considering I slept in the morning. I yawn and stretch and gather the strength to get out of bed.
I burst the curtains open.
The day is gray and gloomy. I was hoping for the first day of the year to be sunny. That would be a great way to start the year. With warmth and bliss and brightness. Hope this year
