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Pain shot through my scalp, causing me to wince and jerk upright. Using my finger, I pressed down on the tip of the braids to soothe out the pain. I didn’t know what I was thinking, dropping my head like that—I wasn’t thinking. Even with the efforts of my soft pillows, sleeping with braids feels uncomfortable during the first few days. Realizing I might die of boredom, I turned to Ben, reaching to lift his headphones from his head. He startled, looking alarmed when I dropped the headphones on his neck. Seeing it was me, he relaxed, his gaze filled with questions.

EMMA My head is pounding. It’s like there’s a tiny little guy with a hammer sitting between my temples, beating both sides of my skull. I groan, realizing that my phone is vibrating on the pillow next to me. Pulling my own pillow over my head, I try to ignore it. My head is making it obvious I had a little too much to drink last night, and the last thing I want to do is talk to someone. All I want to do is go back to sleep and hopefully wake up without this excruciating headache.

I didn't think I was that doubtful. When I started my homework, I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. I felt a throbbing sensation in my head. Dealing with some dizziness, I placed my head in my hands, so I went over to my bed and lay down, closing my eyes. I fell into a deep sleep.

I fell asleep almost immediately. I woke up due to the chirpings of birds, and I stared around the place with a frown on my face. I could feel my head pounding heavily as I stood up from where I was sleeping. My back and my neck ache. I knew that I must have slept in an uncomfortable position.

It was better. The next day, Ben had to leave early also and she did not see him go because she was too deep in sleep. When she woke up, her neck was sore. Twisting and turning was made impossible cause of the size of the couch, so it made her position her neck and body in unnatural ways, being that much of a deep sleeper made it even worse for her.

My body is stiff. Shit! I fell asleep on the table. Even if it's just my head, hope my baby not be in pain. My sleeping position is just sitting on a chair, from night until again, with my head on the table. What a strange sleeping position, and I wasn't conscious at all, even though I fell asleep sitting up.

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ I wake up to a pressure in my head. It isn’t a pain per se, but something is there and feels as if it’s pushing. I place my hands on either side of my head and clench my eyes shut tightly. I don’t know what this is or how to make it better, but I plan to try any and everything. I twist left and right and left again on the bed willing this unpleasantness to stop.

Lucas woke up, head heavy and spinning. His eyes couldn't focus in an instant. There was bright light piercing the thin curtains and winning over the darkness of the room. It took him good 10 minutes, to understand his position. He wasn't on his bed, well his position wasn't clearly of the bed. He was curled up and his back was stiff meaning he slept while sitting.....couch. He was on the couch. He groaned, trying to sit properly. His hands reaching up to grab his head. He felt like someone is hammering him in his head. And soon the peaceful silence of the room was broken by the arching sound of glass shattering.

Damien said as he placed the bow down on his nightstand. I tried to use my elbows to scoot myself up, but the second I put weight on them they gave out. Jackson put one arm around my back and the other under my knees and lifted me up towards the headboard so my back was resting against it. Being in a sitting position was really making my head spin. I'm starting to wonder if this is even normal. "Is it normal to feel like this before you shift for the first time?" I asked out loud not caring who answered.

He stirs in his sleep, slowly opening his eyes and attempting to sit up. A hiss of pain escapes his lips as he takes in his surroundings—a bed that he doesn't immediately recognize. Confusion clouds his mind as he tries to recall the events of the previous night, and it dawns on him that it was a chaotic and tumultuous time. With his head pounding relentlessly, he raises a hand to touch his hair, seeking some semblance of clarity. Memories rush back, flooding his brain with a mix of embarrassment and regret.