“Good morning sweetie!” I awoke to my eyes filled with something blue. It was kind of high up and moving as the pillow beneath me shifted. My head moved lightly as I groaned lightly. I feel a slim hand pet my head. As my eyes focus, I see the pretty blonde I met previously staring down at me, still made up and a knockout as can be.
It was a very slow experience of waking up, almost like I had a terrible hangover but without the massive headache to go with it. My world was black, felt impossible to just open my eyes. What even happened last night? Afternoon? I don’t really even recall. I try to steady my breath, which immediately feels weighted down, my head seems to be getting sensations back, well except that they’re just plain wrong sensations.