24 days until christmas

December the third.

As she wakes up she smells tea. The cup of fruit tee is still standing on her night table. She's got a headache.
After a while her mom comes in the room. »Good morning. How are you feeling?«
»I'm not sure.«, she answers with pain in her troth.
»Do you still have a fiver?«, she puts her cold hand on her daughters forehead, »What did actually happen yesterday?«
She tries to remember.
Later at his house her head and her stomach started hurting. She was dizzy and she couldn't walk home, so he brought her to bed and waited until her mom came back, so she wouldn't be alone.
As she thinks about it she tries not to smile too much.