Murphy’s POV
“Murph! Let’s go, what are you doing in there?” Cameron pounded on the bathroom door, waking me from a deep sleep. I stretched my arms and legs out long, purposely focusing on the feeling of each movement I made rather than thinking about how I ended up on this bathroom rug in the first place. The morning after a dream like that could kick my ass if I wasn’t careful. I couldn’t afford to dwell on it.
“Give me 15 minutes, man! I gotta shower and then we’ll go,” I shouted back at him. “In the meantime why don’t you go get me coffee and breakfast? Make yourself useful!”
I could practically hear him rolling his eyes, but I heard my bedroom door slam shut, so I knew he’d be back with some kind of food soon. And thankfully, coffee.
After my shower, I pulled on a black tee shirt
