My head felt like it was splitting the moment I woke up, "Ugh." I groan, sitting up in my bed. Through squinted eyes, I search my bedroom for any sign of Brent. "Brent?!" I holler out. Getting no reply, I slide myself across my bed to hop off it and move towards my bedroom door. Coming into the living room, I see nothing abnormal, a delivery box left out on the couch. Brent must have answered the door and signed for the package. Picking it up, I take it to my kitchen table in the small dining area off the kitchen. It was the cleanest surface in my entire apartment. I never sat to eat at once; it was the designated spot I sat down to read any mail. Setting the box on the table, I go to the kitchen for a knife to cut through the tape that was sealing it. Finding a knife, I walk back to the
