She slunk into the house at the compound at six the next morning feeling like death had visited her and then ran away in terror. She followed the smell of coffee into the kitchen and found Mrs. K. scrambling eggs and frying bacon. She felt her stomach roll. She dropped her laptop bag beside her on the floor.
“Good morning,” she croaked as she slipped onto a bar stool.
Mrs. K turned around in surprise, “Dimitra, what happened to you.” She moved to her quickly, grabbed her chin and stared into her eyes.
“Had contacts in and I’ve never worn them before. I passed out with them in. They’re out now but it really hurt to get them out.” She held up a bottle of eye drops. “Darya says I just need to keep lubricating my eyes and they’ll be fine in no time.”
“Why were you wearing contacts?”
“We w
