Pecan
The last few days had been a whirlwind, a chaotic blur that left me feeling like I was barely keeping up. That damn chugging contest had knocked me out worse than I expected. The aftereffects lingered for days, turning my stomach into a battlefield and my head into a pounding drum.
But I was finally back. Medications, rest, and sheer stubbornness had worked their magic. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, a grin spreading across my face as I realized I felt like myself again. "Time to make up for lost time," I muttered, jumping to my feet and heading straight for the shower.
The cold water jolted me awake, washing away the last remnants of exhaustion. Today was the final day of the retreat, and I wasn't about to waste it.
