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The next morning, I awoke with a heavy groan. Opening my eyes, my eyesight wobbled around a bit until I could focus on the bright sunlight shining in from the sliding glass door. This wasn't my bed, or my home. I was so confused until I heard Cassandra's voice enter the bedroom from behind me.

"Hey there, sleepy head," she said, wearing a silver-colored silk nightie. "I was wondering when you'd wake up."

"What happened?" I asked with an incredible grogginess. "Why do I feel like crap?"

"That's what's called a hangover. You usually get those from drinking, a lot."

"I was drinking?" I asked as she left the room momentarily.

"Yep!" she replied from the other room. "You had seven glasses of scotch!"

"Seven?" I wondered aloud. "Was I going for the high score?"

She laughed as she re-entered the room with an empty glass and a pitcher of water.

"That's what I said," she said, placing the items on the nightstand next to me. She poured some water into the glass, then helped me to sit. "Here, si