A chapter from my latest book.
KNOW MY HEART IS GIVEN
Chapter 6
The curtains had been pulled back and radiant sunlight streamed through the window. Gilly feared opening her eyes: did her migraine skulk in the shadows or had it been routed? She screwed her eyes tight shut, gingerly opened one, then the other: no headache, no nausea, no bouncing lights. ‘Thank . . . you . . . God!’ She pulled back the bedcovers, swung a pair of shapely legs out of bed and waited for the dizziness to subside. Without warning, a wave of nausea snatched back her gratitude and Gilly groped for the bucket. She found instead a blue and white chamber pot. The door opened and she lifted her face out of the china vessel long enough to see a small, plump woman enter, carrying a pile of white fabric.