I woke up to the faint glow of the morning sun streaming through the curtains.
It was early...6:30 a.m., to be exact. But for some reason, my body decided it was time to start the day.
RoughCoin's arm draped over my waist was the first thing I noticed. It was heavy and possessive even in his sleep. For a brief second, I considered staying there and savoring the warmth and the steady rhythm of RoughCoin's breathing.
But I couldn’t.
I had vowed to wake up early, and start my day on a positive note.
Slowly, I slipped out from under RoughCoin's arm. And careful not to wake him. I stood, and stretched my stiff limbs. Then I felt RoughCoin's weight shift behind me. Turning to make sure he was still asleep, I caught sight of my shattered phone still on the floor.
The whole memory of the
