Hunter’s POV:
It feels almost like I am looking at someone else’s life through my eyes. I can see all these different people that I don’t know come up to me and interact with me. It all flashes in small segments as I lay here, asleep.
I start to feel myself waking up, but a picture of the most beautiful girl stays fresh on my mind. When I open my eyes, the girl is standing at the foot of my bed. She is much more beautiful, now that I am looking at her in person. Her light brown hair compliments her olive skin and frames her face perfectly. Her pure beauty leaves me in awe as a sweet scent hits my nose.
But why was her face the last thing I remembered as I woke up? I think really hard for a second and I remember seeing her right before I woke up here earlier. She had her hands on my che
