Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

Eat The... Sandwhich?

I woke up the next morning with my head throbbing, and my stomach in knots. 

"Ughh." I moaned and rolled over, covering my face. I peeked out from under my arms, and looked over at the clock. Monday, April 22, 2013. 11:27 a.m.

"How's the hangover, love?" He chuckled.

I shot him a look, and got up very slowly, and made my way towards the bathroom. I haven't been drunk enough to have a hangover since my freshman year of college. Since I became a bartender, I realized my limits, and how important it is that I don't reach or cross them. 

I got into the shower, and washed away all of yesterday. As I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I suddenly felt this tight sickening clench in the pit of my stomach. 

I sprinted out of the shower, and over to the otherside of the bathroom, in time to reach the toilet. I threw up, and when I was finished, I leaned back, violently shaking, and holding my head in my hands. 

I finally got up and went back into the shower, and cleaned my self off. 

I got out, and wrapped one towel around my body, and one around my head. 

I looked into the mirror at the ghostly image before me.

"Jesus Christ, I look like Hell." I muttered as I washed my face, and brushed my teeth. 

I shuffled out of the bathroom, and into the closet picking out the most comfortable thing I could find; an old pair of sweats from my highschool days, representing my high school volleyball team, and a loose t-shirt. I threw my hair up into a bun, and walked down into the kitchen, and plopped myself down on a barstool. My head hurt so much that I put it down in between my arms and rested it on the countertop. 

"Hi, baby." Steven said, kissing the top of my head. "Here, eat this.. you'll feel better." he said as he put a plate of whole grain toast in front of me, and a cup of my favorite tea, in my favorite mug.

"Thank you, Steven." I smiled as I reached for a piece of toast. "I haven't been hungover in almost 6 years... How could I let myself get carried away like that?"

"Six years?! Seriously?!" He gasped "How do you do it?"

"Well... being a bartender and all, I know my limits, and I'll never reach them, or go beyond them, so..." I paused, feeling nauseated again. "So, I'll never get hungover, if I'm never that drunk." 

"Very smart." He grinned. "If you want, we can have just a stay at home kind of day?"

"No, I'm fine. I did this to myself, so I need to just push through it." I sighed "Anyway, we have to pack up for Maui soon." I smiled, as he snaked an arm around my waist, and kissed my cheek.

"And then.. you'll become Mrs. Mia Lynn Tyler." He breathed in between kisses. 

"And I cant wait." I smiled, and turned my face to kiss him, full on the lips. 

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By 1:30, I felt completely fine.

I got dressed into a pair of high waters, a white flowy tank top, and my red Keds. I kept my hair up in a bun, and dabbled with a little bit of make-up, then I put my shades on and grabbed my car keys.

"Baby, you ready?" I called up the stairs to Steven. 

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute!" He called back.

Steven and I were headed out to lunch, and then to do some last minute shopping before we leave for Maui on Thursday. 

Steven finally came barreling down the steps, and grabbed my hand, rushing us out the door.