Judas
I gasp as I realize I'm asleep and I jerk awake, sitting up and turning around, startled. My head spins and my vision goes black from the rapid movement, but I still don't understand how the hell it is that I'm asleep, but I seem to be safe in my own room so I relax.
I yawn and bend down to where my pants are lying to pull out my phone and look at the time. It's eleven in the morning, I'm naked in my bed, Alessia is nowhere to be seen despite what happened last night and I'm still half asleep.
I groan and drop back into bed, stretching my body and loving the feeling of sleeping well for the first time in years. Although I still sleep six or seven hours a day, it's not the same. And, for the first time, I didn't have any dreams. Glimpses of something like a giant house, but nothin
