Nausea wakes me up and I run to the bathroom. I heave and vomit holding the bowl.
It must be exhaustion. I have been busy for the first time in a very long time.
I called Gigi to tell her that I am back in town and she has been coming to my house even though not when Trevor is in. she doesn't believe in what we have, she doesn't agree but loves me and is with me when I need her.
I sit on the floor, and try to let the feeling pass and the dizziness too to pass. Trevor comes to see what's wrong.
"Has this happened again?" he asks.
"No, it must be the exhaustion. It's been a while since I worked this way," I reply.
"And you won't let me hire a designer for you, who can do all this," he states because we have had this same conversation before. I already have one who helps me choose the right colours and textures but that's all I allow her to help.
