“You try waking up with a pounding headache and ‘tolerate it’ playing on repeat like a sad, terrifying alarm.” Sadie bursts into a laugh, wiping her mouth with her sleeve where some of the coffee sputtered. “Please don’t tell me that was your speaker playing all night on a loop.” I groan. “I think I started with ‘Getaway Car,’ and then at some point during the night I got sad and weird.”
