Greta opened her eyes. At least she tried to so that she could find her alarm clock. How was it noon already? Good thing she'd bothered to set it or she'd have been late for her rotation. Raking a hand across her nightstand and knocking over various things - ear plugs, lotion, a half empty class of water and pictures of her family she finally reached her alarm. But by now she was awake. Greta sat up slowly, raising a hand to her pounding temple. She was horribly awake.
"Let's see" she heard herself say. "I remember the party." She swung her legs over the side of her bed and touched her feet to her cold hardword floor. "I remember the pub" she stood. With a slight teeter she made her way to the bathroom but stopped short when she reached her computer. The monitor was on and her steps has jostled the thing out of sleep mode. Her email was open. Frantically Greta lurched forward, and clicked on the sent box.
Two emails had been sent - apparently - by her last night. One was to Eliot in California. The other was to her friend Jill, the Love Coach.
"Oh god" Greta stumbled onward to the bathroom and threw up.
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