Hangover

The morning sun filtered gently through the curtains of the room, bathing the space in soft light, but intense enough to make Raphael and Uriel stir in their beds. Both were lying on their backs, unsure of where they were, their heads heavy and a general discomfort settling throughout their bodies. The hangover from the previous night was taking over, and their eyes were almost impossible to open fully.

Raphael was the first to move, slowly shifting as she tried to understand what was going on. She attempted to sit up, but quickly fell back onto the bed with a low groan, holding her head with one hand.

"Argh... my head..." she murmured, closing her eyes again, trying to shake off the dizziness.

Uriel, in the bed next to her, was in the same state. She tried to sit up, but the movement was abrupt, and her head spun. She fell back into the bed with a low groan. Her eyes were half-open, but it seemed like she was still struggling to anchor herself to reality.