Thanks for reading. I’m still new at stories, but am working through a series about a couple who vacations at an almost-too-perfect island rental. This is chapter 2.
I welcome any feedback! Hope you enjoy.
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What was this.
It….it felt like someone with very big hands was pinching Matt’s head between two fingers, then releasing it for a second, and then doing it again. Or like his head was stuck between two elevator doors opening and closing and opening and closing. Matt tried to open his eyes, and couldn’t. His face was pushed down into some pillows, and all he could feel was a thump, thump, thump coming from inside his head and echoing into the rest of his body like a jackhammer in a parking lot. He let out a pitiful moan.
Holy shit did he have a hangover. Was this a hangover? This was unlike any hangover he’d ever had.
Where was he? Was it Monday? Did he need to get into the office? He ordered his brain to move his hand, which was sprawled to the other side of the bed, and feel for Anna. His arm reluctantly and clumsily obeyed, flopping from one part of the bed to the other. Nope. No Anna.