The sun quickly snuck through the window in the living room and shot a bright and warm ray across Carrie’s face, eventually bringing her out of the night’s long drunken slumber, but waking her up with a crushing and pounding headache. As she opened her eyes, the marching band inside her brain got louder like she was standing in the middle of a parade. Immediately, she closed her eyes again, but nothing seemed to help.
Rolling to her side on the couch and groaning, Carrie reached out to whoever was in the vicinity, like an actor in a movie holding on to a cliff, trying to save herself, “Water, water.” The last thing she remembered was sitting down around the fire last night but the only thing on her mind now was getting something to drink to wash away the desert-like dryness that was caked around all the sides of her mouth.