Good morning, Essel," a deep voice softly intones.
As I gradually open my eyes, I am greeted by the bright sunlight filtering through the blinds. Mornings have never been my forte; the mere idea of rising before dawn is quite unsettling. The interruption of my sleep, particularly by Michael's voice, is particularly jarring.
I turn over to find Michael standing just a couple of feet from my bed, checking the time on the clock.
"Weren't you supposed to be nursing a hangover?" I inquire, my voice slightly hoarse from thirst.
"Just a few pills took care of that," he responds with a casual shrug.
I sit up in bed, pulling the blanket around me for warmth. Michael's gaze makes me acutely aware of my appearance.
"How did you manage to get in?" I ask.
"That would be me," she states, revealin
