C13 Another day

Adea

I woke up in the morning with the sun blazing through the window. Groaning as I drift out of sleep and back into the terrible hangover that was only worsening by the minute. I don’t know which was worse, the drilling in my head or what I remembered from the dream.

Closing my eyes, I try to remember what I can. In my dream, my wolf’s name was Korra