The Rose of Devonshire
I woke up in darkness, moved and wished I hadn't as pain shot through my head and my entire body. There was hardly a part of my body that did not ache or hurt horribly. I tried not to move and lay there trying to remember what had happened. I had found a perfectly good bottle of vodka lying around, had swiped it and drunk heavily. I was used to hangovers but never one as bad as this. Was it rotgut spirit and had I been blinded by whatever it was? Or was I dead and lying in my coffin and...