It’s the smell of coffee that pulls me out of my coma. My brain... there’s something wrong. A crazy person probably took it from my skull to play drums with it before putting it back any way he could. I have a bad taste in my mouth and my tongue is as dry as a piece of sun-bleached driftwood.
I growl.
“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” says a voice that I can easily identify, despite the thick mists surrounding my confused mind.
Suddenly, toes hit my cheek, and quickly withdraw. The touch of my beard is probably not as nice as they would have liked. I open an eye, spot a woman’s bare leg not far from my face, and turn to the left to meet Jo’s smirking face, standing next to me. My eyes come back to the pair of legs and I panic. I stand up, fear in my stomach.
I did something stupid. No... no,
