My body shot up, heaving with my eyes scanning the room.
Was it a dream? I asked myself, seeing my four walls caging when the last thing I remembered was sleeping staring right at him, John. I remembered the sensation of his hand on mine as I drifted away and it was as if he was still holding it. I sighed, looking around seeing nothing but darkness. I swung my legs from my bed wondering what time it was. My body felt relaxed, seeing that I was in a towel. I switched on the lights and as thought, a towel was wrapped around my chest. So it was not a dream, it had really happened. I smiled, my hand covering my face recalling all that had happened the previous day and night.
How had I got there? Had he carried me?
My cheeks flushed, my face heating up with my hand falling away.
