The Relaxation Integration part 2

"C'mon you have not eaten anything since last night. You have the worst hangover, Cassie."

Don't I know it? I woke up early morning and the booze and clam chowder kicked in and I puked all of it in the toilet.

Somehow I dressed pretty in the new lace undies I had gotten. And opted for a lavender sweater and jeans and a heavy coat and cream-colored scarf.

Then migraine and fever kicked in and I ended up sleeping all the way during our flight to Wyoming which my gorgeous hunk of a boyfriend had arranged for us.

"Here, drink some of this chicken soup. You'll feel better."

"I feel awful," I confess as Ashley arranges my pillows.

I barely kept it down, it tasted fresh but a little too creamy; I finish the soup and take the pill for fever and headache.

Here, I am in a beautiful 13,000 square feet private estate, my suite has a fantastic view of the mountains and pond, yet here I'm stuck in this bed covered in blankets.