Ella

By the time I finally make it home, the clock is inching past 10:00 a.m. My feet are sore, my head is pounding, and I can still hear the remnants of last night's music thumping in my ears.

I peel off my party clothes and step into a long, cold shower. After a while, I towel off, throw on a comfy robe, and practically collapse onto my bed.

Just as I'm about to drift off into the bliss of a much-needed nap, my phone starts ringing.

"Ugh, ...