The sun peirced angrily through the white lace curtains directly into Margine’s waking eyes.

She groaned with agitation and reached around in vain for something to cover her face, eventually settling for the pillow she was sleeping on. Unfortuatly, her morning breath was too toxic to stand that arangement for more than half a minute.

Defeated, she threw the pillow on the floor and sat up. Snippets of her alchol fueled night flickered through her mind… A thumping headache and nauseous stomach joined forces – intent on insuring she wouldn’t forget this hangover in a hurry.

She felt as though she was going to die and flopped down on the bed. Why had she drunk so much? Why had she humiliated herself? And why was she BUSTING to go to the toilet?

‘Never again’ she thought.
“Yeah right…” grinned her crush-worthy housemate Kyle as he brought her in a glass of water.
“Thanks” she managed, but she couldn’t drink it… Her bladder was threatening to let go.
It was going to be a long day.