Most of my coworkers abstained from drinking during the work week because they’d be afraid they wouldn’t be able to function the next morning. I’d be able to go the entire day as normal with only a few extra bathroom breaks. But there were times when taking a bathroom break was practically chumming the waters.
My eyes still closed, I grumbled and growled at the cramps. I could feel the light from the morning sun through my eyelids. I was having such a good dream, too, even though it was quickly being filed to the part of my brain that couldn’t consciously access such memories. Sometimes the world isn’t fair in smaller and less significant ways.
I groaned in annoyance.