Dakota’s P.O.V.
Oh my god, my head is pounding. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I open my eyes and realize I’m in my bed. How the hell did I wind up in bed? The last thing I remember is sitting in the living room, trying to write a song and taking shots. Guess I stumbled in here and passed out. f**k, I need to quit doing that. I need to find an alternative way to handle my s**t.
I laid there for a few minutes staring at the ceiling. A wonderful smell filled my nose. My favorite aroma in the whole wide world, COFFEE! I swung my feet over the side of the bed and sat up, closing my eyes to control the pounding in my head. The pounding subsided after a moment, and I stood up, shuffling my way to the kitchen.
I stepped into the kitchen and, to my surprise, found Shea sitting at the count
