Alex ran her tongue over her teeth. She couldn't help but wonder what had died in her mouth. How did I get home? Glancing down, she discovered she'd slept in her clothes. She lifted her head and caught a glimpse of the clock. Nine a.m. Her head felt heavy and drifted back to her pillow.
Ugh, Hangover!
Slowly, she rolled out of her twisting and turning bed onto what seemed like the upper deck of a ship being tossed on the ocean. Yesterday, her bedroom floor had been level.
Once standing, she decided that maybe sitting would be the wiser course. After resting for a few minutes, she stood up again and moseyed toward the kitchen, following the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Her groggy brain caught up with her senses, and she stopped dead in her tracks. What? Who'd made the coffee? She deci
