I woke up before the sun one morning.
For a moment, I stayed still, staring at the ceiling. My body felt strange. Heavy. Weak. There was a dull sickness in my stomach that had followed me for several mornings, but today it felt different.
I slowly sat up.
The room spun.
I pressed a hand against my forehead and waited for the dizziness to pass. Then I noticed the small cup of water beside my bed. I reached for it, but the smell from the breakfast tray outside my room suddenly reached me.
My stomach turned.
I covered my mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
I barely made it. When I returned to my bed, I was shaking. I sat down and stared at my hands.
Something was wrong. I had been ignoring the signs for days.
The tiredness. The sickness in the mornings. The strange hunger. The way cer
