BLUSH COMES IN THE MORNING

[MUSIC RECOMMENDATION: DANGER ~ H1- KEY]

Note~ One thing about parties, either you embarass someone or embarass yourself. Just know that after a party there's always flushed cheeks and hangover.

The next morning, the birds chirped in harmony, like they were discussing everything that happened in secret the night before.

Axilla felt her head spinning and she groaned in pain. She covered her face with her hands to shield her eyes from the bright light piercing the room. Her head felt like it was about to split in two.

The bed was so cozy and warm, so she snuggled into it, finding comfort in the softness.

"How convenient," Axilla heard an unfamiliar voice say, but she brushed it off, maybe it was one of those dreams where you hear strange people's voice. She thought to herself.

"You know, for a maid, you are too comfortable," the voice persisted, this time nudging her to wake up.