My head was pounding when I woke up, your arms wrapped around me from last night. My back was slick with sweat, the fabric of my t-shirt sticking to my skin as I felt you also pressing against me.

I let out a soft groan of frustration from my splitting headache, waking you up to see me curled into a fetal position, looking miserable.

"I’m gonna rip my brain out.."

I groaned, hungover and exhausted but unable to go back to sleep. I felt my body still lightly buzzing from the weed I also had as well.