I opened my eyes and quickly shut them again. My body felt as if I’d been hit by a truck. As I moved one arm, I thought maybe being hit by a truck would have felt better than this.
I groaned and pulled the blanket back over my head. I heard a slight chuckle from behind me. It grated on my already frazzled nerves for the morning, and I kicked out a leg. I only connected with a small part of his shin, but he cried out, “Hey, play nice.” As he snuggled in behind me.
“Well,” I said, sniffing loudly, “I would appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of me when I feel like crap.” Turning over, I put his hand on my neck and moved it a little. Hoping he would get the signal that I really needed my neck rubbed. The headache pounding behind my eyes was enough to make me nauseous.
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