Shay
Ugh, my heeeaadddd. What in the f*ck did I do last night? My temples throbbed and I felt groggy. Flashes of last night, eating three edibles and drinking a whole bottle of wine. D*mn. I messed up. How did I get to bed? Speaking of bed, why am I alone? Did they not come home last night? Inhaling sharply, I sat up and then grabbed my head.
“I wonder if they found someone less dramatic,” I mumbled.
Sighing and a little heart broken, I got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I was surprised to see it all clean. The tub was empty, no bottle of wine. My phone was still on the sink counter, but no song was playing. I tapped on it, there was thirty percent left, enough to see no messages or calls. It was nine a.m. Well, guess they’re at work from wherever they spent the night a
