Jess woke up to the morning light streaming through the gaps in her window curtain to her bed. She kicked away the blanket covering her body and found herself wearing a t-shirt of her favorite band.
'Did Luke change her clothes or did she do it?' She squinted her eyes at the bedside table to see the time. No Face showing nine-fourteen. She writhed, stretching her arms over her head trying to wake up her muscles.
She pressed the side of her head that felt as though it was being cracked with a headache. Her mouth tastes like someone puke in it. She gags in disgust.
Rolling to the left side of the bed, she got up and went to her bathroom to brush her teeth. She felt like throwing up with the image of her from last night puking up and went to bed without brushing her teeth.
