Nefretiri
I'm having a hangover in reverse.
My body is so stiff. Every little action takes so much effort, and I can hardly move. Groaning, I lift my arms to relieve a cramp on my side, but it doesn't help. So why do I feel like I've been asleep for years? My brain feels fuzzy, but images keep racing across my thoughts.
Had I been dreaming? It had to be a dream. There was no way I was in a cave with a black horse. So, why did it feel so real? Why did I keep seeing myself on that blanket? What did it all mean?
My mouth feels like I swallowed sandpaper, and my eyes are glued together. I moan again when I put my arms down, feeling the ache. Gods, I sound annoying. Rolling onto my side, I'm surprised I haven't fallen off the couch. Instead, what I find is a comfortable mattress.
