Damon wakes up with a headache.
The first thing he notices is the painful throbbing in his head. Next is how weak he feels, as if his body has been put through the grinder overnight. Using a hand that has yet to feel like his own, he covers his eyes from that beam of light penetrating his closed eyelids. The action makes his headache worse.
Damon knows what this is. It's not often but sometimes, he drinks to the point that the next day, it feels like he's been left out in the sun for a decade. Like right now, when he's rolling over to get out of bed, desperate to soothe his dry throat.
There's a loud thud, followed by a groan. Instead of his feet landing on the ground, it's his backside that hits the floor first.
He lies there with his eyes closed, wondering where his motor skills went.
Great, he thinks to himself, what a wonderful way to start the morning. He's a grown man yet he still can't get out of the bed properly.
