Camp Hardwood Day 3: Good Thing I'm Not A Cat

Day Zero
Day One
Day Two

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"Rise and Shine!"

Day 3. I woke up sporting a mean headache. I never had a migraine, but I assumed it felt like how I felt waking up that day. It was like my brain was pushing against my skull, trying it's best to get away from me. And for the 1 second I opened my eyes, the rays of light were piercing way too loudly, and I didn't understand how I could ever feel differently. 

I heard some rumbling and conversation going on, but I kept my eyes closed and hoped if I held onto my body pillow, the only source of comfort I had at the moment, everything else would fuck off. Someone put their hand on my shoulder after I ignored everyone for too long.

"Cevin, time to get up man." It sounded like Cameron. I just made a noise and kept my eyes closed while holding my body pillow tighter.

"Come on man." I heard.

... I continued to ignore.

"Cevi-"

“Please leave me alone.” I groaned into my pillow.

“...is everything ok?” Cameron asked lowly.

I sighed and held my pillow tighter. I really didn’t want to talk right then and there. I don’t think it had anything to do with Cameron personally, but I was just straight not feeling well. My head was pulsating, and I was really annoyed that I said leave me alone and he didn’t listen. I lied there, boiling in discomfort and stuffed up rage, waiting for him to ignite me so I can explode on him. 

But, I felt him move away and knew that I wasn’t going to be able to yell at him. I don’t know why I wanted to yell at him, but I did. It was almost disappointing, as I was getting amped up for the action. 

As I lied there, I began to find my bearings through my throbbing headache. I began to feel bad, remembering yesterday, specifically last night. I felt like a bit of an ass for acting the way I did a couple minutes ago. It didn’t make me feel any better. Gah.