Months went by so fast i didn't know what hit me when i woke up that morning already angry as hell, and that was how I knew the day had come to personally offend me because what was this feeling.
My stomach felt tight, and not the usual heavy, round, overfed tightness that had become my daily companion for months and i had become accustomed to, but a strange pulling, twisting discomfort that made me lie there and stare at the ceiling as if the ceiling had personally betrayed me overnight. I shifted to my side, groaned into the pillow, and told myself it was probably another symptom because at this point my body had invented new ways to inconvenience me every single morning, and I had grown too tired to question it yesterday it was nausea the other day my right eye had swollen and one time three of my teeths fell off, if not for healing magic i would literally be toothless by now. That's how bad it was
