Something heavy was pulling the back of her skull hard against wood, the only solid thing in this grey fuzz that filled her mind’s eye. She heard birdsong, smelled plants and flowers.
Muse shifted her weight, trying to summon the courage to force her gummed eyelids open, felt aches and pains all over. Felt whatever she was in rocking from side to side, as she was in a boat, in water.
Water? She opened her eyes, squinting in the daylight, tried to remember.
Last night, absinthe, man playing piano…
She put her hand up to her head, groaned.