“Suit yourself then.”
With that said, it doesn’t take long for me to fall into the hands of slumber.
When morning came, the space beside me was empty.
What time is it?
I have to be out of bed before six thirty. I reach for my phone first and nearly die on the inside when the light attacks my eyes.
After a few seconds of adjustment, the screen flashes the digits six zero one.
I woke up before my alarm went off.
That's a first.
Sitting up, the blanket pools over my waist as I stretch my arms.
Why does it feel like I've been constrained by a boa all night long?
Despite the odd feeling, it felt comfortable.
As if I was being hugged by a huge teddy bear.
For the next few seconds, I stay still in bed and stare into thin air.
I think I had a dream last night.
It was weir
