Chapter Fifteen
Zack lay flat on his back and opened his eyes, groaning as the morning beat him with its insufferable presence once again. Sunlight streamed through the windows, letting him know that he had slept in even later than usual. So why did he feel as if he had been run over by a steamroller?
He tried to sit up, and his muscles screamed in protest. He collapsed back onto the pillow and groaned.
What in the world had happened yesterday? He hadn’t woken up this groggy and in pain since his party days in college.
Had he gone to a party? That didn’t sound right. But something had obviously happened yesterday. Something big.
Music played through the surround sound system in his bedroom. Peppy, cheerful music that had no business being so pleased with itself so early in the morning
