click here and please like my book page!“Where you going?” Cindy mumbled from underneath a pillow she was using to shield her eyes from the morning sunlight. 
“Just taking a quick run before breakfast. You want to come along?” 
“No thank you!” she said emphatically, thrashing around in bed, “I just wish I could get comfortable.” 
Jimmy was as aware of the irritant effect of alcohol as he was expectant of her response to his last question. He even had a slight headache himself after the generous shot he had downed before going to bed. He threw on a tank top, shorts and sandals, having learned his lesson about running shoes the previous day..."