I didn't wake up until well past noon.
My head throbbed the moment I opened my eyes. A dull, steady ache. Clear punishment for last night.
Three glasses of red wine.
That was all it took.
I let out a small laugh, half embarrassed. In my old life, three glasses of white wine wouldn't even faze me. Maybe a slight stomach ache, nothing more. A hangover like this? Never.
Looks like this body had its own rules.
As I blinked away the sleep, I realized I was in the guest bedroom. Everything was neat. Calm. Untouched.
No broken furniture. No overturned lamps.
Good. At least I hadn't embarrassed myself while drunk.
I stretched slowly. For once, I felt rested. No alarm blaring. No tight chest. No racing thoughts.
I used to need pills just to sleep a few hours. Now, I slept straight through the night.
That alone felt unreal.
I shuffled into the bathroom and leaned closer to the mirror. As I brushed my hair aside, something caught my eye.
My lips were a little swollen.
I frowned.
