I woke up the next morning with a pounding in my head, the fiery taste of bile heavy on my tongue. I slowly darted the tip of my swollen tongue over my parched lips, coughing a little, in hopes that the cotton balls I seem to have ingested last night might vanish.
Becoming bolder in my moves, I sluggishly peeled one eyelid of my engorged eyeball, the rays of light fluttering in the room digging holes in my retina. I changed tactics, closing my eyes once again, trying to take in my surroundings through the power of sound. There was a light whoosh, indicating that the window was open, a confirmed fact after feeling a light breeze on my left leg that was currently peeking from under the covers. The birds were singing soft trills, and if I strained a little I could hear the shifts of the leav
