Castillo Amore

Her eyes fluttered open, then close it again. Her head pounded, nausea clawed at her throat and she forced down the bile. She pulled the pillow closer to her chest, clinging to it tightly to give her more warmth.

She drunk too much vodka last night and she must suffer the aftermath in a  form of a hangover.  She buried her face deeper into the pillow wishing that she could just sleep for the whole day but today is the scheduled of their return flight to Belavia. It's impossible to happen for her to have a lengthy sleep.

She inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of shampoo and an addicting manly scent entered her nostrils. For a while, her mind pondered if it was actually what she smelt or even her sense of smell is somewhat affected by a hangover.