I rolled over and groggily grabbed the somewhat old glasses from the empty side of the bed. The side used to hold another body, but between the drinks and loud music, I couldn't remember when he had left. Life has been rough since my heart had been torn into shreds 6 months prior. I tried to heal it with alcohol and strange men and so far, neither had worked.
I rolled back on to my back and sighed,
I can't keep doing this.
My body ached which would be a good thing for some, but on this morning, it sucked. I sat up and glared at my phone, laying near the original spot of my glasses. Multiple message notifications sat on the screen. None of which I wanted to deal with. I swung my feet off the bed,
Since when has it been this hard to get out of bed?
I shook my head, suddenly very aware of my hangover and the copious amount of light flooding my room. I shuffled over to the window and quickly let my curtains fall in front of the beams of sunlight,
Much better.
*ding ding ding*
"Who the hell is calling this early?" I groaned out loud to myself.
I snatched my phone off the bed and quickly answered it,
"Hello?"
"Hi, It's Geoff."
