Anaya woke up with a raging headache. Last night had been fun, but she always dreaded the next morning.
Hangovers were never fun.
She lay in bed, eyes closed, trying to collect the last of her bearings. After a few more minutes of silent agony, her eyes fluttered open. Scenes from the night before tried to creep in, but she grimaced and stood from the bed, or at least tried to.
The sudden shift in her center of gravity, cobbled by a half measure attempt to stand, dealt a heavy blow as the world lost its color and the pain spearing through her head escaped through gritted teeth.
With steadying steps, Anaya started her trek to her kitchen. She hoped she still had some hangover remedy as she trudged her way through her chaotic apartment. Usually cozy, her apartment now told the tale of an inebriated youth’s alcohol induced rampage.
Pizza boxes littered the living space with unknown spills marring her green carpet. Annoyance bubbling up, Anaya turned her attention to the kitchen, where a cup soon filled with tap water and a hangover remedy followed after. A sharp burn at the back of her throat was the assurance that the hangover remedy would soon start working. A slight smile found itself on her face as she started the walk back to her room, a box of nuggets in one hand and the rest of the remedy in the other. Brandy did wonders for a hangover.
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She woke to the last rays of the sun peaking through her curtains. Her fifth-floor apartment provided a beautiful sunset, but now that beauty was searing into her eyes, disrupting her well needed sleep. She turned and tried to go back to sleep, but it was now lost as continued attempts to fall back asleep failed.
With sleep denying her, she stood up and started to look for her clothes. A sharp tsk followed as she realized the mess her room was in and immediately started cleaning it.
An hour later, Anaya sat in her pajamas with a fresh towel on her head. A clean living room and kitchen marked their presence as the cozy atmosphere once made itself home.
Her humble abode was a result of the student accommodation that she received from being the best student to be admitted to her university. A lot of universities had vied for her, but as much as she hated to admit it, the apartment was a great factor in deciding where she wanted to go. She was working on her second degree as the first major in biology did not match her new plan.
She had little to her name and the idea of living in a city center apartment with no rent was very appealing. The city life was new to her, but she knew that being at the center of the best services would make her life considerably easier. It had taken a lot of getting used.
Her first month with impostor syndrome had made her life exhausting but after a month of nobody coming to kick her out she had come to terms with her new reality.