"Are you okay?" Max knocks on the door.
Looking down into the toilet in front of me I consider for a moment if he expects an answer ornot, then another wave of nausea overtakes meand I double over the rim before I can make a decision.
"I'll just..." I hear some mumbling and then hisfootsteps move away from the bathroom door.
I sigh, ugh. I thought these type of things onlystarted happening after a couple of weeks, then again, it's not like anything going on right now makes much sense. I wipe at my mouth with my bare arm and then cringe. Ew.
I slowly get up and drag myself to the showerstall. I turn on the water and sit on the edge of the bathtub while it heats up.
This morning I woke up in Max's bed, cuddled up together and everything. It felt weird, I don't remember falling asleep like that. At the sametime, it was nice to not sleep alone. Havingsomeone at my side when I'm sleeping makes me sleep so much better, always has been like that.
