-PHOEBE'S POV-
My body felt like a heavy log as I struggled to get out of bed. It was like I could not manage my own body weight. Jogging my memory about last night’s event produced a blank slate. Did I party too much? I must have been overly drunk and I bet that Fiona was to be blamed. My intrepid best friend.
Focusing on my strength, I made it to the bathroom through the muscle aches and pain. The toothbrush felt like three tons of bricks. What the hell was wrong with me? With little energy, I brushed my teeth and showered, clinging to the walls and hoping not to fall.
In forty minutes, I was done and dressed in brown yoga shorts with a cream T-shirt with capped sleeves before I wobbly trudged downstairs. To my surprise, Mom was sitting on the living room couch, sipping her tea and reading the morning's paper.
“Look who is up,” Mom said sarcastically, looking up with her steely blue eyes from her paper with a grimace. Every time she turned her head, her black, precisely coiffed h
