You lift the seat. You puke. A lot. It smells odly like peanut butter. Which makes you puke some more. This leads to some powerful dry heaves once your stomac is empty. You want to go back to [[bed|Bed]] but maybe you should have some [[water|Drink]] first.
You stumble into the bathroom. There is a [[toilet|Toilet]] and a [[trashcan|Trashcan]].
You aren't sure exactly what you say to the machine, but you know that the mention of puking should be sufficient to let you off the hook. Just thinking about the possibility is enough to set you off, you run to the [[bathroom|Bathroom]].
The clock says 5:30. [[Work|Call]] is at 7:30. You have an [[unread message|Text]].
A message waits from the host of the party last weekend. "Looks like a stomach bug is going around, be careful!"\nAs if on cue, your stomach rumbles; you rush to the [[bathroom|Bathroom]]
A glass of water seems safe enough. You drink slowly. Very slowly. Then you make your way back to [[bed|Bed]].
You lie back down. That's enough for now. Maybe you'll feel better eventually. Maybe you'll die here. For now, you're going back to sleep.
You wake up. Your tummy hurts. [[A lot|Bathroom]]. Your [[phone|Phone]] buzzes.
You call in to work. Nobody is there, it's too early. You can [[leave a message|leave a message]] or [[just hang up|Bed]]
You puke into the trashcan. It was just a little bit closer than the toilet. And although you may regret the cleanup in the future, now is not the time. Now is the time of puking. After your stumach has emptied itself of all contents, you can either stumble back to [[bed|Bed]] or get some [[water|Drink]].