Racing to find a place for my soul ... Or at least a place that's less familiar

When Phoebe woke up on Tuesday morning, she whimpered faintly.

Her head really was hurting her and her stomach was nauseous. She tried to bury her head deeper under her pillow and closer to Cole, but any movement she made brought tears to her eyes and sent new pain flaring through her head.

Migraine.

And it wasn't even from her empathy or doing magic or anything like that. This seemed to be a regular, normal migraine headache.

She thought about rolling over and seeing if she could stand up and then make a trip to the dorms to dig out her migraine meds, but the movement made new tears fill her eyes.

Okay, there were worse places to die than being in bed, burying your head under the pillow and your boyfriend's shoulder.

Yep, much worse places to die.




[[OOC: Semagic is my friend. Establishing Phoebe's whereabouts for the day.]]

Phoebe woke up earlier than usual and lay in the beds with Cole, wondering if she should get up right away, or if she should stay curled up with her boyfriend for just a little bit longer.

She had Karate this morning and then in the afternoon she had a cheerleading meeting --- and she couldn't believe how excited she was about that. She was doing cheerleading again and she knew that when she finally wrote to Grams and Prue about it, they'd be happy she was cheering again.

She smirked a little as she curled up against Cole again. He seemed pretty happy that she was a cheerleader, too --- but he hadn't seen her in the uniform yet. She wondered how soon she should warn him that he wouldn't be the only one seeing her in the tiny skirt?

She was enjoying the camping thing, but she would really be happy when they were back in the dorms and she and Cole could have a little bit of privacy again. She liked all of their cabin mates just fine and they were fun... but privacy would be a welcomed return.

Hrmm... getting up or not getting up? That was the important question of the day.