C22 Twenty Two

Aria was blinking, looking at the peach ceiling, and her face crumpled from the sudden pain banging on her head. She frowned, touched the side of her head, got up with her messy hair, and leaned back against the bed's headboard.

"The curse of the hangover!" she muttered, breathless. She can't remember if she went to the bedroom to sleep and tapped her head gently