Thalia's pov

I turned on the soft bed, the covers wrapping my body tightly. Goodness, the bed felt heavenly. I could stay on it all day without feeling guilty.

But the dim light penetrating from the curtains made it very difficult for me to go back to sleep. At the end of the day, I had to force myself awake.

I groaned, trying to sit up while my head banged up pretty hard. What happened? I couldn't remember.

"There is a hangover soup on the bed stand. You should drink some ...