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The sun piercing tiny slices through the drapes is worse than having salt poured in my eyes. The nausea hits as I try to sit up and my mouth waters crazily. My cell is by the bed and I realize it’s been switched off. I never switch it off! I don’t even know what time it is; I could have missed a multitude of calls.
I swallow down the bile and reach for the glass beside my bed
