Edward woke up the next morning feeling weak, his head pounding with a hangover from last night's debauchery. The room was dimly lit, heavy curtains drawn to keep out the piercing morning light. He groaned as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, each movement making his head throb more intensely. With a deep sigh, he forced himself to stand and shuffled towards the bathroom.
The tiles were cool beneath his feet, a small relief to his pounding headache. He splashed cold water on his face, the chill shocking him slightly more awake. As he stared at his reflection, he saw the dark circles under his eyes and the pale, drawn look of his skin. "You look like hell," he muttered to himself.
