A vague sensation of feeling sick woke her up. She kept her eyes closed in vain hope she would fall back asleep. No luck. She moaned and turned on the other side, her eyes still shut. The feeling remained. Finally she realised the sickness wouldn't go away and she opened her eyes. The figures on a digital watch showed 02.20.
"Aw shit," she thought, "and quite literally so."
She scrambled out of bed and headed for the toilet.
About ten minutes later she was back in bed. Not for long, though. Before she knew it, she felt a bitter taste in her mouth and back it was, this time ejecting the contents of her disturbed stomach through the other end.
Exhausted, she fell into her bed again but this time she knew it wasn't over yet. She had to get out of bed twice more before finally managing to get some rest.
When she dragged herself out of bed in the morning, feeling weak and considering snuggling back as soon as possible, she heard the voice of her significant other:
"What takes you so long? You said you'd help me fix these blinds. Come here and give me a hand!"