I woke up suddenly with shooting pain in my head and with no damn knowledge of where I was.
I am lying on a couch with a blanket wrapped around me.
Where am I? How did I get here?
I raised my head from the pillow my head was resting on to scan my surroundings.
I paused when my eyes landed on Dr. Owens's desk.
Oops, I slept in Dr. Owens's office?
What the hell happened yesterday?
"Ouch," I feel the shooting pain again. I am having a hungover . Did I get drunk last night?
"You are finally awake." Dr. Owens walks in.
"Good morning?" I say drowsily as I sat up straight on the couch. The blanket that was huddled around me fell to the floor. I was too tired and feeling so miserable to pick it up.
"It's afternoon."
"What, Afternoon?" I squinted my eyes at him. "No way, I sleep for that long?"
