Sleep on.

Maisie switched off the alarm, and unplugged it from the wall for good measure. No god awful beeping was going to wake her up. She was hung over and determined to deal with it the good old fashioned way; sleep until the hangover leaves, or the decade rolls over, whichever came first.

She dropped her head back down onto the pillow and closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and comfort of her duvet.

Flashes of the night before appeared in her mind. Had she taken her top off, or had she just dreamed that? What about the incident in the bathroom?

Hangovers had always made her memory foggy at best, and this was proving to be no different. She rolled over and snuggled in, pulling the covers tighter across herself. If, God forbid, anything had happened, it was nothing that couldn't wait until she was at least functional.