As I reluctantly start to wake up all I feel is unbearable throbbing in my skull and the revolting sensation of my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Even though my eyes are closed I shut them tighter as I detect the harsh morning sun through my eyelids. For the love of Ezillus, someone close the f*****g curtains.
Someone must be hearing my silent plea because I hear something being put down beside me and the sound of curtains being closed, instantly bathing me in darkness and giving me a slight reprieve from my pain. I slowly open my eyes but have to close them again because I’m sure I’m hallucinating. I open them once more only to find my animai still standing over me with… f**k, I must have really been drunk because I swear the look on his face is caring. Lemuel’s striking face is
