THE DRUNKEN REGENT
Even the tweeting of the birds made Joanne’s head pound. A thud here, and a knack there, went on continuously in her head, almost like a metal smith was welding a sword in her skull. She stood up, and then swayed sideways uneasily for a bit, before she glanced up, noticing the sky looked too close to her, its streams of light penetrated her eyes making it blinding to see, so she blocked it with her arms, while sneaking a peak at the clamored clouds.