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September, 2004.
When Lucille Reid opened her eyes, her head immediately began to ache.
She had yet again subjected herself to drinking too much the night before. This was a habit that Lucille had made for herself, not because she was in pain, but because it was fun. Her boyfriend had dragged her out for a night of booze with his friends, and she happily obliged. She didn't think about the consequences of how much she chose to drank until the next morning.
She rolled over on the mattress, allowing herself to see the sunlight pouring through the bedroom window. It was Saturday, so she had allowed herself to freely sleep in. The clock on the wall read that it was nearly 11. Lucille rubbed her eyes before sitting up in the bed. She was exhausted, but it was already late enough in the day that she didn't need to go back to sleep.
Feeling movement beside her, she turned her head to see her boyfriend still sleeping peacefully. She couldn't help but smile at him. Lucille leaned down next to him and placed a small kiss on his cheek.
"Adam," She spoke softly.
He slightly stirred, but didn't bother to wake up. This was their usual morning routine: Lucille would wake up first, and then she would usually have to wake him up too. Adam could probably sleep for a full 24-hours if she let him. And she loved that about him.
"Adam..." She repeated, gently nudging him. "Wake up, sleepyhead."
His eyes finally opened. Adam took a moment to process that he was awake before he looked over at Lucille, a small smile forming on his lips.
"Good morning." Lucille grinned.
"Hi." He groggily replied. "What time is it?"
"It's almost 11." She said. She sat up in bed again, watching as Adam began to rub his eyes. "We should probably get up and around."
Adam groaned at that. This was another part of their routine: Just because he was awake did not mean he wanted to get out of bed. He liked to try and convince her to just spend the day laying in bed, and sometimes it worked.
"We have to get up now?" He jokingly whined. He was struggling to keep his eyes open.
Lucille turned towards the edge of the bed and began to get up. "Well, you don't have to yet. But I want to shower."
