My eyes pried open in search of the strong force which kept shaking me senseless. I found Erin beside me, her hair neatly tucked behind her ear, an anxious look painted on her face. My heart sunk at the sight of her worried expression.
It took me some time to realize that I was in the studio until my eyes wandered to the canvases and brushes.
"I keep on knocking but you're not answering so I used my bobby pin to open the door. You've been here all evening, I thought you died or something," Erin explained but my mind was still out of it. I looked at her half-lidded then yawned.
I felt a throbbing sensation behind my neck as soon as I sat up then last night's sketching session clouded my mind. I must've fell asleep and slept in one position all night. After all, the couch was a tight spac
