Laura was having one of ‘those’ days already.

Her vomit had stained the underside of the bowl, making her hangover worse already. She dry retched in the shower, the water piercing her skin and making her want to curl up and die. Her nail beds were torn ragged, a reminder of something at the back of her mind she couldn’t quite reach.

Dan moved in the bed outside the bathroom, a glass tipped over and Laura could hear something spilling. The last of her meal from last night reappeared, a spiral of muted colours disappeared down the drain.