Giselle groaned softly and turned to face the back of the couch. She didn't want to get up. A lot had happened that night and she was exhausted. "Can we do it tomorrow?" She groaned again. She said it as if she was a child but it was in a way, kind of adorable. She grabbed the fuzzy blanket on the couch and covered herself with it.<br/><br/>Giselle felt as if something was wrong but pushed it back in her mind. She had a killer headache and for some reason she felt like screaming.<br/><br/>Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I337 using Tapatalk