The Wrong Bed

Clara

The piercing morning sunlight streaming through the sheer hotel curtains pricked my swollen eyes like a barrage of tiny, heated needles. I squeezed my eyelids shut, groaning against the massive, pulsating headache that pounded against the inside of my skull. My mouth tasted like stale liquor and regret, as dry as a desert, and every muscle in my body ached with a deep, heavy lethargy. The m