Tessa
My mobile alarm clock ruthlessly rips me out of my sleep the next morning. I would love to turn around and go back to sleep as usual, but today something is different. So I slowly open my eyes and try to find out what it is. Checking, I lift my blanket and see if I'm still wearing clothes. In fact, that is the case, but I don't wear pyjamas, but normal street clothes and sneakers. Why do I wear shoes in bed?
When I lower the blanket again, I am suddenly attacked by a headache. How much did I drink that I can hardly remember anything?
It takes a few seconds to register that I am at home. Fortunately! But how did I actually get back here? I had left the house the day before and then visited a bar. I can't remember my return with the best will in the world.
But when I turn my head,
