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Sween Myth-tery of Life :: Asprin Robert
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BACCHUS
OPENING MY EYES, I suffered a briefmoment of disorientation, then things started swimming into focus.
I was in my room ... in my own bed, to be specific, though the covers seemed to be twisted and disheveled. I was naked under the covers, though I had no recollection of getting undressed. I assumed it was morning, as there was sunlight streaming through the window. In short, everything looked normal.
So why did I feel there was something wrong?
I was lying on my side, and I realized my sinuses had flooded, making it impossible to breathe out of the nostril on the "downhill" side. In an effort to alleviate this situation, I rolled over and ...
It hit me!!!
A pounding headache ... a nauseous stomach ... the works!
There had been times in the past when I had gotten sick, but nothing like this! At first I was afraid I was going to die. Then I was afraid I'd live. Misery such as I was feeling should have a finite end.
Groaning slightly and burrowing into my pillow, I tried to gather my thoughts.
What was going on here? What happened to make me feel ...
Suddenly, the memory of the previous night flashed across my mind ... or, at least, the beginning of it.
The blind date ... The Wooden Stake ... the admiring crowds ... Cassandra!
I sat bolt upright and ...
Big mistake. BIG mistake.
Every pain and queasiness I had been feeling slammed into me threefold. With a moan, I fell limply back onto my pillow heedless of the new unpleasant sensations this move caused. You could only feel so miserable, and I had bottomed out. Nothing could make me feel worse. Forget any effort at rational thought. I was just going to lie there until my head cleared or I died ... whichever came first.
A knock sounded at the door.
Disoriented as I was, I had no difficulty deciding what to do: I was going to ignore it. I was certainly in no condition to see or talk to anyone!
The knock came again, a little louder this time.
"Skeeve? Are you awake?"
It was Bunny's voice. From what I could recall of the beginning of last evening, I really didn't want to talk to her right now. All I needed to make my misery complete was to have her carping on me about my taste in dates.
"Go away!" I called, not even bothering to try to make it sound polite.
As soon as I uttered the words, however, I realized I would have been better off just staying quiet. Not only had the effort increased the pounding in my head, I had inadvertently let her know I was awake.
BACCHUS
OPENING MY EYES, I suffered a briefmoment of disorientation, then things started swimming into focus.
I was in my room ... in my own bed, to be specific, though the covers seemed to be twisted and disheveled. I was naked under the covers, though I had no recollection of getting undressed. I assumed it was morning, as there was sunlight streaming through the window. In short, everything looked normal.
So why did I feel there was something wrong?
I was lying on my side, and I realized my sinuses had flooded, making it impossible to breathe out of the nostril on the "downhill" side. In an effort to alleviate this situation, I rolled over and ...
It hit me!!!
A pounding headache ... a nauseous stomach ... the works!
There had been times in the past when I had gotten sick, but nothing like this! At first I was afraid I was going to die. Then I was afraid I'd live. Misery such as I was feeling should have a finite end.
Groaning slightly and burrowing into my pillow, I tried to gather my thoughts.
What was going on here? What happened to make me feel ...
Suddenly, the memory of the previous night flashed across my mind ... or, at least, the beginning of it.
The blind date ... The Wooden Stake ... the admiring crowds ... Cassandra!
I sat bolt upright and ...
Big mistake. BIG mistake.
Every pain and queasiness I had been feeling slammed into me threefold. With a moan, I fell limply back onto my pillow heedless of the new unpleasant sensations this move caused. You could only feel so miserable, and I had bottomed out. Nothing could make me feel worse. Forget any effort at rational thought. I was just going to lie there until my head cleared or I died ... whichever came first.
A knock sounded at the door.
Disoriented as I was, I had no difficulty deciding what to do: I was going to ignore it. I was certainly in no condition to see or talk to anyone!
The knock came again, a little louder this time.
"Skeeve? Are you awake?"
It was Bunny's voice. From what I could recall of the beginning of last evening, I really didn't want to talk to her right now. All I needed to make my misery complete was to have her carping on me about my taste in dates.
"Go away!" I called, not even bothering to try to make it sound polite.
As soon as I uttered the words, however, I realized I would have been better off just staying quiet. Not only had the effort increased the pounding in my head, I had inadvertently let her know I was awake.