27. THE ART OF SOUL BREAKING

I woke up alone, arms and spread out like an eagle on the bed. I had drunk too much Were-ale. It had knocked me out which was the only way I could sleep really. Looking back at the previous night, I had a great time.

The people had led me down into the forest and I had become one with the rhythm until the wee hours of morning. Drink after drink made it's way onto my hand, and before I knew it, I was sloshed. We jumped around as a group and drank until dawn was upon us.

I slowly dragged myself off the bed, stumbling to the bathroom where I crumbled to my knees and held on tightly to the seat. I spewed bile hard my belly arched inwards. I kept dry heaving with nothing else passing because I had been running on fumes for two full days.

My stomach was rolling, so I decided to settle near the toilet bowl in case I had another episode. I was running warmer than normal and the tiles were cool. Passing out there was a very attractive prospect.

It was hours later when I woke up. I dragged m