Kolli
I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a train.
My body ached. My head pounded. My skull felt full of bricks and bad decisions. My eyes were painfully dry which meant I had definitely been crying. My throat was sore too.
Oh gosh. The after party. Had I lost control? Had I said something stupid? Had I-
There was a smell.
Bacon. Eggs. Hash browns. Warm. Rich. It made my stomach rumble despite the hangover. It had to be Franz. He always made me breakfast when I was like this. I had barely eaten last night.
I sat up. The room spun. I waited for it to stop. The right side of the bed was a mess. Blankets twisted. Pillow on the floor. I must have slept rough.
I rubbed my face. I'd had the worst dream. Danilo at the concert. Me fighting with him. Him bringing me home. It was a nightmare. It had to be.
I swung my legs over the side. My hips popped. Everything hurt.
