Delirium

Chapter 55 - Nightmares

~part II of the triple update~

Daphne stretched her arms and legs out over the whole expanse of Jolie and Madeline's bed, humming contentedly as the cool fabric of the fluffy duvet chilled her sunburnt back.

The bed was incredibly comfortable. But yesterday, on their first night in the yacht, Daphne hadn't even gotten to enjoy it.

Jolie slept like the dead—so she never noticed or woke up when she turned in her sleep, crushing Daphne's ribs with an elbow. And Madeline got too hot when anyone so much as touched her as she slept, so Daphne had tried to stay well away.

Between her two friends' horrid sleeping habits, Daphne had decided that this was all far too difficult to manoeuvre. So she had gotten up, grabbed a throw pillow and spare blanket, and slept on the floor.

It hadn't been too bad, to be fair. The carpet was incredibly plush. But still.

A bed would've been nice.

There was technically a bed here for her, she knew. But last night, the thought of climbing in with Theodore had actually made her nearly panic. It was absolutely not an option.

And Daphne would have maintained that belief most likely if not for today.

In their first full day on the yacht, everyone was now exhausted out of their minds. They had swam in the pool, played countless games of something called 'tennis' that Madeline had taught them, laid out on the upper sundeck beneath the hot sun, and eaten enough delicious food to put them all in a coma. Plus, all the while the stewardesses brought them tray after tray filled with cocktails. Daphne had been slurring her words by noon.

Now, after dinner, everyone was a mixture of drunk and hungover—and well ready for bed.

Daphne, wearing a set of satin pyjamas, listened to the hum of the spray from Jolie's shower as Madeline sat criss-cross in front of the fireplace, rubbing aloe vera on her shoulders beneath a black t-shirt that was at least three sizes too big.

With a soft squeak, the shower came to a stop. And within a few moments, Jolie waltzed out of the loo with a white fluffy towel wrapped around her, her skin shining with the sweet smelling lotion she'd apparently lathered on.

"Feel better?" Madeline asked, wincing as she tried to reach a spot in the middle of her back with the aloe.

Jolie groaned, yanking open a drawer from the small dresser at the side of their suite and pulling out a set of pyjamas.

"Not really. I shouldn't have had any more wine at dinner."

"It was perfect with the ceviche, though," Madeline sighed whimsically.

"Was that the prawn thingy?" Daphne asked.

Both Jolie and Madeline nodded.

"But you're probably right," Madeline went on, screwing the lid back onto her bottle of aloe. "I reckon we all had too much to drink today."

Jolie snickered, glancing at Daphne.

"That was one time!" Daphne gasped, sitting up. "And it wasn't because I was drunk! I just got too hot!"

"Sure," Jolie laughed.

Daphne crossed her arms and flopped back onto the bed with a huff.

The only reason they had ended their last tennis match was because Daphne might have gotten sick on the court. And, yes, she had been quite drunk. But that wasn't why she'd gotten sick! She really had just been too hot!