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Don't you hate that feeling where you can feel the sour lump of puke in your throat, and feel extremely unwell, but really don't feel like emptying your stomach?

Yeah. That's how I feel right now. And it's not the first time I've felt and gone through this either. In fact, I even have a method I use to get rid of it.

'I'll sleep it off'

For this DIY you'll need;

+ Your phone, or any other device you can use ‎ while lying down comfortably.

+ A source of consumable liquid. (Preferably ‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎ water, try to avoid sodas).

× (optional) anti-inflammatory medication.

Directions;

- Convince someone to make sure you have everything you need. Or if no one is available, take your time. You need to muster up the courage to stand up.

I know it sucks, but I believe in you. Go get your water!!

- Get comfy (I recommend laying down in bed), snuggle up in your blankets!! Hopefully you have nothing to do today, because that's going down the drain!

- Find something occupying on your device, (YouTube, or reading seem to work best)

- Another way to get through this is sleeping. Sleep away!! You probably won't wake up until it's absolutely necessary.

- While you're awake, try to drink some water. DON'T GULP IT. Only take little sips or I can guarantee that you probably will vomit.

- Wait until your stomach agrees with the thought of living like a normal person again!!

Okay I had no intention of this turning into one of those crappy how-to-overcome-your-hangover-diy's I'm very sorry.

Anyway. I'm feeling very uncomfortable and clammy. An arm is draped lazily over my torso and I feel so weak that I don't believe I'd be able to manage to get out anyway.

I weakly flopped around in the bulky arms. He was very close, so close I could feel his breath brushing my lips.

'Dream. My lips. He kissed me. I kissed him' All the memories came rushing back. When I came back into focus I saw Dream's sparkling, emerald green eyes staring at me.

He didn't say anything. The only thing that told me he was actively watching me was the soft smirk that tugged at his lips.

Using this silent time for myself, I realized how pretty this man was. With his tanned skin that looked so beautiful within the dimmed sunlight that was trying to shine through my curtains.

His highlighted freckles that were sprinkled along his cheek bones and around his eyes, venturing across the bridge of his defined nose.

His green, vibrantly coloured eyes that seemed to continuously swirl with warmth, and the odd speck of gold you'd find spread around his irises.

The always fluffy dirty blonde hair, that oh so matched his smug personality, paired with the complacent smirk you'd often find pulling at the edge of his perfect, pink lips.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He murmured, adjusting his grip around me before placing a tiny peck to my nose.

"It's.. It's nothing" I brushed my eyes closed, letting out a small chuckle as I replaced my blank expression with a soft smile.