Hangover!

The next day, Chlea woke up to a throbbing headache. She had to get her eyes used to the sunlight seeping into their hotel suite. Yesterday, she vowed to herself that she would go and run to the balcony first thing in the morning in order to see how magnificent the view of the beach is during daytime. However, her vision twirled that she has to shut her eyes firmly to regain focus. She directly placed her hand on her forehead and tightly pulled her hair as if it will sort of make her headache vanish. Beside her is a vacant spot in the bed where the blanket is shoved away as if somebody has just waken up. When Chlea managed to sit straight on the bed, she toured her eyes around the hotel room and a smile crept into her face.