Crowned | dreamnap

Hungover

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Dream's Pov.       9:00 am

My head was pounding as I woke up.

I was laying down on my stomach and my cheek was glued to the pillow.

"Ugh..shit.." I groan as I stretch out slowly turning my body to face the ceiling.

I rub my eyes and immediately panic.

Where's my mask?

I turn over but Sapnap wasn't there, as a matter of fact...how the fuck did I even get in bed?

I swear I was with Niki at a Pub talking about cats.

I sit up but fall back down just as quickly.

Everything seemed to rush to my head and I just could not handle it.

I run my hand through my hair and feel something under my leg.

I slide my hand underneath the blankets and pull out my mask.

"Huh wonder how that got there." I say in my morning voice.

But as soon as I speak up I feel my mouth completely dry up and my throat closes up.

I'm about to throw up. I just know it.

I feel everything coming back up and immediately jump out of bed, and stumble my way into the bathroom, forgetting my mask on my bed.

I burst open the bathroom door, leaning over the toilet and puking whatever I had last night.

The burning sensation going through my throat was not pleasant at all.

Each time fluids came out my mouth it felt like I couldn't breathe because I COULDN'T.

I grip onto the side, as my knees feel so weak.

I groan before puking even more.

The way the splatting sounds echo through the bathroom, just made me even more disgusted.

I manage to flush the toilet as I wipe the corner of my mouth with my hand.

I heavily sigh, laying down on the cold floor.

I close my eyes for a few seconds.

"I'm so hungover." I say but if we're being honest,

I'll be drinking my ass off some other day pretty soon.

I laid there for what seemed like forever until I noticed how awfully quiet it was.

I was surprised at how George and Sapnap haven't heard the loud gagging noises.

Maybe they're outside or something.

I stand up with shaky legs as I brush my teeth and wash my face.

The cold water makes contact with my face and it feels so refreshing.

I walk back slowly to my bedroom grabbing my mask and placing it on.

I mentally whine at the thought of having to even walk to the kitchen.

It's sooooooo far away.

Either way I make my way there.

George's bed wasn't made and that was odd.

He always makes his bed in the morning.

His armor wasn't on his armor stand either.

That's even more odd.