The night air felt cool against Paulina's skin as she walked away, the dim lights blurring slightly in her vision. She had enjoyed the evening immensely, the conversation with Carl a welcome respite from the anxieties that had been plaguing her. She felt lighter, her heart filled with a newfound sense of peace and joy.
But as she continued walking, a strange sensation washed over her. The world around her seemed to tilt, the sidewalk beneath her feet swaying like a ship at sea. She felt a sudden dizziness, a wave of nausea rising in her throat.
"Oh, dear," she muttered to herself, her voice sounding strangely distant, as if from a faraway land. "Maybe I had a bit too much champagne."
She tried to steady herself, to regain her balance, but the dizziness intensified. The world spun around
