Morning Sickness

Sunlight filtering through the grass gently tickled my cheek.

The sky gradually turned blue,

and faint singing and laughter still drifted from the village in the distance.

The festival…

had gone on all night.

But here, atop the grassy hill, it was quiet.

I carefully shifted my body.

As the grass brushed against me,

I felt warm body heat behind me.

Claude...