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The sun had gone ahead on its day with altitude high enough in the sky for ohayo to no longer be an appropriate greeting. While she was still in bed - slowly dying because of a hangover.
The marching band in her head was in the climax of their performance, a slight movement was like being thrown around in a ship under a raging storm. 'Fuck!' She tightly closed her eyes, letting the nausea ebb as she tried to recall what regrets she had added to her pile of - 'regrets done under the influence of alcohol'.
"I should stop drinking to oblivion," she muttered under her breath. A lie and the first regret.
She tried to breathe slowly through her nose while taking a deep breath through her mouth. The queasy feeling in her stomach slowly fades, yet, she didn't dare move. The stomach-churning of a hangover is an effing traitor!
The moment you thought it was all sunshine and unicorns bouncing in the big fluffy clouds in the sky, was the moment bile would halt your fun.
