The sun was just beginning to rise when Holly began to stir. She did not want to leave the warmth of the bed; it was so cozy, and the blanket was heavy, making her feel secure and safe. Also, she could feel the beginnings of a headache and did not wish to welcome the consequences of her previous night's actions just yet. She may not have indulged in a drink in a long time, but this kind of headache she knew well. Though Holly could not exactly remember why she had chosen to drink, she was still half asleep and caught between dreaming and awake.
All she knew was that the moment she opened her eyes, the headache would come full force, and she would instantly regret whatever the reason it may have been. As she lay there, she could not help the nagging feeling that told her she had to be som
