Serina
I wake with a start, jumping up with the feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar. It takes a minute for the fog to clear my brain and the loving ache in my muscles to remind me where I am and what recently happened.
I shift in bed to see that it is empty and the Paris skyline is filled with darkness and the Eiffel Tower is illuminated in twinkling lights. Again I wonder how it is I came to be here. I remember dancing with Tiffany at Dom's club in the states and then poof here I am. How is it that I can not remember a cross seas journey in an airplane?
How did I make it through security if I was that intoxicated? Hell how did I make it through security without a passport?
All answers I know I won't receive unless one broody man decides to tell me. The question is h
