The next morning felt like a dream, not because Rowland could cypher whether it was good in particular or not, but because the high hadn't really gone away yet; he was a lucky one among few including his lady friend Charlotte; who slept beside him unnoticed, as Rowland woke up grinning like an i***t from ear to ear as he stretched, accidentally hitting Charlotte with an elbow to the back of her head.
She groaned an 'ow' in anger and stirred awake while Rowland cradled her head and kissed it while whispering apologies in between. Surprised in finding himself next to Charlotte waking up on the floor covered by a blanket dragged down from a bed he didn't recognise.
This made him a bit more alert in realising this, now looking around for some clue that he was somewhere he could recall. Whi
