I was chatting with a friend, desperate for an idea, when she inspired me to write this one:
Jennie pulled open the mirror and fumbled through the bottles of pills."Where are you... where are you..." she muttered, pulling bottle after bottle off of the shelves, looking at their labels, and dropping them in the sink.
"Where are my headache pills?" she whined.
She then looked in each of the drawers, sliding each one out and then slamming them shut.
No headache pills.
She turned out the light, went back to bed, and felt a lump under the pillow.
The pills!
She shook one out of the bottle and dry-swallowed it.
Pain filled her skull.
"Not tonight, dear..."
