Ivy Magwort woke up the next day, Monday, with a blinding headache. She had slept most of the day, which was unlike her. Her glance at the clock showed that it was already past two pm in the afternoon.
'How did I sleep that much?' she wondered as she stretched for a glass of water on the nightstand. She grunted, sat up in the bed and took small sips of the cool liquid to help with her parched throat.
Her blinds were still drawn, so the room was relatively cool and dark and did not reflect the time of day. Glancing around, she saw the sun's blinding rays peeking through the edges of the blinds.
"How did I get home?" she asked herself because the last thing she remembered was the restaurant and the blind date with Charles-
"Oh no! The date!"
