Lion Head Mesa persimmon

The girl groaned. She slid her head low against the furs and held herself with long, thin limbs.
My head! My eyes. Everything hurts. Nazli did not know why she should feel this way, and certainly didn't see any of the other fellahin experiencing these symptoms; it had to be something done to her by nefarious means! If she felt this badly, then certainly the pharaoh felt it too, and she worried.
When I stand up my belly wants to empty. So she kept herself low now, wallowing in the ache of her hangover.