Nefretiri
I'm having a reverse hangover.
It's not fun.
Everything aches, and I feel like I've got weights all over me. To top it off, my head feels fuzzy, like I've slept too long. Is that why I'm having thoughts of wolves, carousels, and horses? That would be standard for weirdness in a dream, but I can't remember the details.
Groaning, I try and fail to cover myself with my pillow. Was I tied up? I wouldn't put it past Ricky to do that for a prank, but he'd better come get me soon. I need to use the bathroom. He'll hurry if he expects me to make breakfast or get his clothes.
What did I do this time?
'Roll over...' My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth, and I had so much dried gunk on my eyelids that I couldn't open them, but I needed to get some feeling back in my body. 'Come on. It's just the couch...'
Except, I don't think it was.
Somehow, I managed to roll but didn't find the edge.
What I did find was a luxuriously comfortable mattress that wasn't my husband's.
