• gorgeous girl •
I wake up with a nasty migraine.
I sit up on the big bed and curl myself into a foetal position. I drank too much last night and I can't remember much. Just snippets of a crowded club and blurry faces.
Wait...
Where the f**k am I? Whose bed is this? How did I end up here? In a dull grey room with no sign of life?
The door swings open and a man carrying a tray steps in.
Wait...
This is not happening! This is not real life! I'm imagining this! Just like I imagined it last night! This can't be real! It's a dream! It must be a dream!
"James?" My voice is a croak.
"Isabel." He smiles as he sits on the bed. "I made you breakfast."
I stare at him in shock and disbelief.
"Are you... real?" I stutter.
"Yes." He nods with a chuckle. "I know you're wondering how you go
