Lindsay emerged from a deep, but short-lived slumber in the early morning hours to a sensation of delirious, unrestrained happiness, and allowed herself to bask in it before trying to figure out what the cause of it was.
Why did she feel this way again?
The eighteen-year-old rotated her head and took survey of Pamela's luxurious mass of platinum blonde hair spread out across the pillow beside her. Realization set in, just like that, and Lindsay let loose with a sleepy, all-encompassing smile - the smile of a woman who had spent the night making love to her soulmate.
Oh, snaps. So, I wasn't dreaming after all. It really happened!
But Lindsay's euphoria was interrupted by a notification from her cell phone. That damn thing could be incessant, and she wondered if the chime, if it was repe
