Oakley woke in the warmth of mid day. Her body sore from all the sleep and her mind scrambled from the headache that is pounding like a hammer in her head. She sat up straight, rising her hand to her head, holding it as if the pounding would stop if she put her hand there where it hurt the most. She took a deep breath and swung her legs over the edge off the bed, it dangled in the air and she hopped off of the bed. Oakley walked out of the room and went to the kitchen, her legs feeling sore and jelly like with every step she takes. As she enters the kitchen she plops down onto a bar stool at the kitchen counter and hiss in anger toward herself for not thinking about her soreness. She looks to her right at the calendar and sees yesterday’s date with a note underneath “Oakley test” and her s
