I swear I was sleeping peacefully in Dylan's bed. I was cradling a pillow to my casket. And loved how clean it smelt and how soft it felt.The sun was beaming through Dylan's hangouts causing me to stir. Generally, waking up was a simple task for me; I was a morning person after all. Or perhaps time and again. I moaned when the first ray of sun hit my face.
Picking up the alarm timepiece on the nightstand to the leftism, I looked at the time and it read at 655. Work at the office started at 8. I had an hour to get ready and get going.
“ Ugh, why is it so beforehand?” I placed the timepiece back on the face and sluggishly began to sit up. I put my hand to my head which was palpitating. “ Nothing a little Excedrin ca n’t handle.” Crawling out of the warm bed, naked, I walked to the restroom
