Morning Reflections

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Hazel slowly opened her eyes, her head throbbing with a dull ache and her mouth dry from the night before. The memories of the party flooded back to her in fragments, the laughter and music of the celebration mingling with the haze of alcohol-induced revelry.

With a groan, Hazel sat up in bed, her mind foggy and her body feeling the effects of the drinks she had indulged in the night before. As she tried to piece together the events of the evening, a wave of regret and discomfort washed over her, a reminder of the consequences of overindulgence and the toll it took on her well-being.

As she gingerly made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water, the echoes of laughter and shared moments from the party lingered in her mind, a bittersweet reminder of the joy and connection she had experienced amidst the haze of alcohol. The throbbing in her head and the queasiness in her stomach served as a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of