Sometime around after mid-night,
Ren
I felt my hands touching the soft mattress, it was hot, not very hot like a mid-summer day but more like super warm like sleeping with the AC off, under the thick soft furry blanket. I fisted and then opened it back again stretching my fingers. I shouldn’t have drink that alcohol. How long was I out for? I jolted out of the bed. I had a very love hate relation with alcohol, I usually don’t drink it, being a doctor, I have a good excuse to bail from the situations where I have to have a glass or two. Maybe it’s because I like being in complete control over my thoughts and powers.
I pressed my hands against the mattress. How can I get on this bed? I punched my conscience. I couldn’t remember coming here on this bed, I was on a chair. And why is it so w
