Something Is Wrong

Wyoming woke up feeling like a truck ran her over.   She wanted to sleep some more, but could not ignore her bladder’s call for release. 

She groaned in protest when she forced herself to get up from bed, trudging her way to the bathroom to relieve herself. 

She was still half-asleep when she felt a queasy feeling around her stomach, making it lurch.  Bile rose through her throat. She quickly put her panties on and went to the sink to throw up. 

When she felt that she already vomited the entire contents of her stomach, she wiped her mouth and opened the tap to gurgle water. 

Once down, she walked slowly back to the bedroom, feeling tired and spent. 

She climbed back to bed, noticing that the other side hadn’t been slept on. She took her phone and looked at the time. It’s two o’clock in the morning. She then swiped her messages and checked whether Cayden sent her a message, but there was non