Rays of morning light penetrated my closed eyelids causing me to stir in the soft, comfortable duvet. My head felt heavy with the throbbing headache, and my eyes refused to cooperate, allowing my body to enjoy the luxuries of laying in the bed for a few minutes longer.
But something miserable must have happened because my nose was blocked, and my upper lips felt swollen. All I could think of was having the lips of Mike Wazowski being sucked on by that bloody machine. Oh dear me, what actually happened the previous night?
However, before I could process my thinking, something long felt toasty warm brushed against my right forearm. What on earth is that thing on my bed?! It felt lifelike... Like a skin of some sort. But I don't own a furless cat or anything that isn't categorised as less fur.
Startled, instead of making a flight, my brain chose to fight. Yup, you got that right! I smacked that thing hard!!!
"Groaaan...."
