Nefretiri
I'm having a reverse hangover.
It's not fun.
Everything aches, weights all over me. To top it off, my head's fuzzy, as if 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 to cover myself with my pillow.
Am 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 restroom.
He'll hurry if he expects me to make breakfast or get his clothes.
What did I do this time?
'Roll over...' My tongue's 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 sensation back in my body. 'Come on. It's just the couch...'
Except I don't think it is.
Somehow, I rolled but didn't find the edge.
What I found was a luxurious mattress that doesn't belong to my husband.
