TWENTY FOUR

VERA

The first thing I felt when I woke up was the pounding in my head. I held my head in my hands and almost fell back on the bed, but I managed to continue sitting up.

The mother of all headaches was having a really banger party in my head, and it looked like it invited all its most racous relatives.

Groaning, I gingerly alighted from my bed. My eyes fell on the bedside alarm clock and I gasped.

Bad idea.

Mother of all headaches didn't like it, and neither did her relatives who immediately set up a protest in my head. I grabbed my head and winced, then closed my eyes as the room spun and turned dark.

Gently, I nudged backwards till my feet hit the bed, then I let myself down gently and rode out the ferris wheel that my room had become. When the spinning stopped, I opened my eyes again and stole a glance at the clock.

Nope, the headache hadn't affected my eyes. It really was the dead of the night, or to