The Morning Aftermath

Hadley’s POV

My skull felt like someone had replaced my brain with a relentless jackhammer. I groaned, turning my face deep into the soft pillow. My mouth tasted like dry sand and cheap liquor. My limbs weighed a ton, refusing to cooperate with my basic commands. The morning sun sliced straight through the gap in the window blinds, launching a personal attack against my retinas.

I sat up slowly