I awoke with a headache and thought for a few blurry moments that the pounding on my front door was actually my head.

No, I had not been drinking. I had stayed awake til the wee hours of the morning kept wakeful by the banging and bumping of a new neighbor who presumably felt that 3 am was the time not only to move in but to rearrange the furniture. I suppose I should be grateful that I did not live below them.

I stumbled to the door once it became clear that my head was pounding but there was also an external noise coming from the vicinity of my front door. Ugh who would wake me at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m?

I lurched out of bed and propelled myself to the door leaning against the jam and bracing myself for the effort of opening it.
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