PANGS OF LAST NIGHT
Anne woke up from the bed, her hair a scattered mass of nest. her head was banging, she was feeling a migraine as if someone was standing beside her and hitting her head with a hammer. eyes blinking as she remembered last night how she got drunk because of Richmond.
Belle entered the room with a small smile hanging at the corner of her lips. Her voice was lively as ever, "Good morning Anne, hope you are feeling like shit this fine morning?"
Anne looked at Belle, Her eyes narrowed into small slits, "What are you doing here?" She yawned, draping her hand over her lips.
Belle said, "Here drink this," handing a small bottle to Anne.
Anne, her eyes furrowed with curiosity. "What is this?"
Belle blinked, teasing. "Can't you read? it's honeywater, good for hangovers, and can make you feel less nauseous."
Anne took it from Belle's hands, "Thank you exactly what I need." She remarked gratefully.
