The next morning, I wake up with a terrible feeling in my entire body. My head is pounding, and it feels like a sumo wrestler is jumping up and down on my brain. My stomach is turning, and I feel very nauseous. My mouth is dry, and I can still taste the alcohol on my tongue. I did not wash my make up off properly so there is still some oily foundation on my face. The mascara from my eyelashes has smudged under my eyes, making me look like a roughed-up raccoon. I twist and turn in my hotel bed. Thankfully the bed is very comfortable, so I slept well. My feet and legs are so sore from dancing all night long. The heels on my feet did not help either. Despite all the things wrong with me right now, I do not focus on those. I cannot get image of Xavier out of my head. There is something about
