She usually loved the natural light that came into this space, but considering the weights rolling around in her head, she begged for shade. Why, oh why, did I do that to myself...again? Struggling to raise herself from the pillow, her back ached from the awkward sleeping arrangement. A nice spot to sit and contemplate her next stroke, it wasn’t meant to sleep on. In her drunken state last night, she really hadn’t cared, but she wasn’t sure which part of her body hurt more this morning. Another few days of living with Ethan would break her completely. As soon as she sat up, her vid screen rang, making her cover her ears with her hands. She dragged herself up from the floor slowly, trying to get the incessant ringing to stop. Slapping her hand over the call switch, she saw Sam’s face lit up the screen. “Morning, Sunshine!” “Go to Hell.” “Oooohh…from the looks of you, I think you took care of that trip yourself. So, am I to assume no baloney pony for you last night? From what I have heard, most women have a smile on their face afterwards, versus looking like death warmed over.”
