I awoke the next day feeling incredibly disorientated. The moment my head had hit the pillow, with a belly full of food which was admittedly delicious, I had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep. The warmth of the sun was hitting my face through the cheap nylon floral curtains, so naturally I turned over, yanking the covers over my head, trying desperately to return to sleep. I never was a morning person. The longer I lay there however, the more reality came back to me, sweeping over me in waves of hazy memory. I found it strange that I had somehow adopted The Contra as my new reality, which oddly seemed the more believable incident over what I had witnessed happening between Jake with Avril. I was finding that situation much more difficult to digest at this current moment. I opened one eye
