A woke up with a horrendous headache. She took a pill. Nothing. She took another pill. A bit better. She took another pair of pills. Her thinking now is kind of hazy. She wishes she could snuggle in X's arms. She knows X is a mere product of her off-line imagination.

Finally, A drags herself to the kitchen and brews a cup of black tea. She adds sugar and a dash of milk. She drinks it while listening to Mozart on her computer.