Easy Breakup
I wake up with a banging head. It’s the third day in a row, I have used Paracetamol and Dolo Meta-B repeatedly because I thought it had something to do with my eyes. I just got new glasses last week, it definitely isn’t because of the glasses or is it? I get up from the bed and find my way to the kitchen. The sachet of Paracetamol lay there on the counter just beside the sink. I’m thinking, “should I take another dose or just go back to sleep?” I decide to go back to sleep. Perhaps if I try to sleep for a longer time, I’ll feel better when I wake up—I go back to bed. I wake up at exactly 2p.m. Have I been sleeping all this time? Shit! I’ve missed my Saturday class for Yoga. I pick up my phone with the intention of apologising to my instructor on WhatsApp. I see the notifications—63 messages from 8 chats. I groan…. Arrrggghhh! Who are the people sending these messages? Can’t a girl be offline for a bit? I ignore the messages and just send my apology to Chiks, my Yoga instr