I wake up on the floor, my head in Rayah's lap. A huge headache plagues my mind, every ray of light causing it to throb more.
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I wake up with Jackie in my arms. Sighing, I kiss her forehead and get out of bed without disturbing her. I change and head downstairs, checking on Halee.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wake, sighing, and realize I'm on the floor. Jace's head in my lap, I sit up and check the time on my phone, "Ugh," I mutter, just laying back down and putting my hand to my forehead. It's too late to go to work...and too late for the kids to go to school...
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I wake but don't open my eyes. I open them around five minutes later to find Nic gone. Moaning and having the biggest headache in the whole world, I bury my face in a pillow. This sucks.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Rayah moves and mutters something. I keep my eyes closed and set a hand over them, swallowing at my ginormous headache.
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I set Halee before the T.V. and make breakfast for Jackie, bringing it up to her once I'm done. Sitting beside her, I set the plate and cup on the nightstand and set a hand on her shoulder.
"You alright, Jacks?" I whisper.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I groan and take a deep breath, bile rising in the back of my throat. Cursing mentally, I jump up and stumble my way in a rush to the bathroom, doubling over.
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"What kind of pills?" I ask, "What's wrong, Jacks?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I take a deep breath and walk out into the living room, plopping down on one of the couches.
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I grab the pills for Jackie and check in on Halee, who seems entranced by her show. Flashing a smile, I head back up to Jackie and hand over the pills.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy