Chapter 9

AMANDA

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I had left the curtain open, so the sunlight was filtering in, worsening my discomfort. I yanked the fabric shut, but it seemed I miscalculated the force I used, and I almost ended up with a broken head due to the rod by the window. Fortunately, I moved quickly enough to avoid it.

Now the whole room was bathed in the charming rays of the sun, a real delight.

"See what happens because of you?" I hissed aloud. Talking to myself and an inanimate object showed that I still wasn't entirely in my right mind. Unfortunately, once I was awake, I couldn't go back to sleep, and attempting to do so would only worsen my migraine.

I got out of bed, preparing to tackle the mess. Once my room was relatively presentable, I went to the bathroom. I was one of those people who liked to shower first thing in the morning; otherwise, I felt like I hadn't really left the bed. Given how my day had started, a shower wouldn't