Next morning, Hazel woke up much later than anticipated. The sun was up and high. And what she regretted was that she hadn't drawn the curtains last night.
Wait! How did she came in her own room?
As the realisation hit her like a truck, Hazel seemed to come back to reality. She immediately sat up in swift movement, instantly regretting doing that as her head started aching like crazy.
She groaned as she grabbed handful of her own hair.
Hangover...
She never had them before because she never had gone drinking with anyone but here she was , sitting on her bed and regretting her life decisions.
She should get up . She looked out of the window and saw that it was bright, too bright. Maybe it was already afternoon.
Slowly , she made her way towards the bathroom but before she could do
