PHILIP POV
THE NEXT MORNING
Warm rays of sunlight pierced the window to get into the room, soothing the air and gently casting a golden glow on everything inside.
Melodic chirping from birds outside and gentle humming of daily activity from the club downstairs gradually woke me up from my sleep, everything still sour due to a good night's rest.
It made me stretch myself, feeling the fatigue and stiffness in my muscles still lingering, a tangible testament to the excesses of the previous night, which had pushed my limits and tested my endurance.
My head pounded with a dull ache, that harsh reminder of the high alcohol content that had coursed through my system and the consequences that came along with that.
This feeling developed as I changed positions; the unfamiliar presence tha
