LAYLA:
‘Can you hear me?’ A pause. ‘I said, can you hear me?’
I open my eyes the instant I hear that. I thought someone was speaking to me but I just realized now that it was just a fraction of my imagination as there was no one around.
The position I had myself in was most certainly uncomfortable and my neck felt stiff as I try to lift my head from my arms that served as a rest. With a little tilt, I was able to get my head in order before looking around to observe my environment with less drowsy eyes.
I yawn, trying to fathom why I thought I heard someone speak. That was strange. Especially after realizing that it was akin to a feminine voice.
Was that Mitchell? Mitchell would never talk to me that calmly. Okay, stop imagining things, Layla.
I take my arms off the edge of the bed,
