The sun hung between two mountains to the east and the sky was lit with the first rays of it. Also, the bright and crisp light fell through the glass skylight and illuminated the interior of a certain shed, safely driving away shadows inside and disturbing a certain woman's sleep.
Clarity pierced her head through closed lids. She squeezed her eyes together before hiding under the covers, fleeing the bright daylight like a dawn vampire.
Feeling as if a hundred dwarves were digging her brain with great satisfaction, Sascha complained in a low voice, rolling onto the bed and suffering the onslaught of a gigantic hangover.
She felt awful. Her stomach was upset, her head hurt like hell, and even her tongue felt like a rag. Not the kind of experience she wanted to relive.
At no time in this life.
