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over my head, nearly hypnotizing me back into sleep. My arms and legs felt jellified to the point of being numb.
The room was painted off-white, flourished with green and gold accents. The bed I was laying in was covered by a silky green comforter trimmed in gold. Sweat drenched my body from the heat of the comforter, but my face felt frozen from the fan blowing over me all night.
I wiggled my fingers and toes, breathing in deep. The events of the previous evening came crashing back in. I couldn’t believe I had done it. I left Nate. For the first time in my life, I took a step out on my own. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was terrified.
Turning over in the bed, I groaned with the aches that inundated my body. The alarm clock stationed beside the bed flashed bright red. 6:43 AM. Ugh, how could it be time to get up already? Reluctantly, I rubbed my hands over my raw eyes, wincing at the tenderness in my head. Crying headaches were the worst in my opinion. No amount of sleep or Tylenol could get rid of them.
I threw my hands over my head, resting them on the pillows; staring up at the ceiling. Nate would be waking soon to find that I was missing. Several scenarios twisted around in my mind as to his reaction when he discovered my disappearing act.
While pondering how I would face him, I caught the scent of freshly brew coffee. Oh, how I loved the aroma of coffee. There was nothing like it.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” Olivia’s chipper voice chimed, withdrawing me from my imagination.
I jolted upward, startled to find someone in the room with me. All the blood rushed to my already throbbing skull sending the room spiraling around me.
“What the f…” I grumbled, pressing my fingers to my temples. The pressure helped a little but not enough to stop the spinning.
Olivia tossed her head back in laughter sending yet another thrum of pain shooting through my brain. This felt like a hangover on steroids.
With an exaggerated scowl on my face, I glared at Olivia who was standing in the doorway. Looking like a supermodel ready for a runway show, her red dress hugged every inch of her body, at least what it covered. Her long raven black hair was pulled into a pristine ponytail that dangled over the side of her shoulder in a curtain of waves, and in her hand was a cup of piping hot coffee. She was the vision of perfection.
“You could warn a person of your presence, you know.” I slammed my head back down on the pillow, instantly regretting that action thanks to my headache.
“I believe I did warn yo u,” Olivia said, walking toward the bed.
“How’s that?”
“I said ‘rise and shine,’” she stated with a cocky flare. Olivia nudged my leg with her balled fist, pushing me over so she could sit down on the bed beside me.
I lifted my head slightly, glaring at her. “I meant more like knocking first.”
“Oh, that.” She shrugged half-heartedly. Her perfectly painted, ruby red lips curled, wrinkling up her nose. “I figured since it was my house, it wasn’t necessary.”
“What if I had been naked?” In my attempt to show anger, my arms lifted off the bed, but flopped back down in the interim of my weakened state.
Olivia laughed heartily. “I lived with you for four years. I know you don’t go to bed naked.” She stabbed her thumb into my thigh. “Besides, you have nothing I haven’t seen before. Now get your ass up.”
I groaned, stretching out my arms and legs. Every joint in my body seemed to pop all at once. To finish the job, I curled my toes feeling the joints crack under my skin.
“Fine, I’m up,” I grumbled.
She handed me the cup of coffee and opened her balled fist to expose the Tylenol she brought for me. “I thought you could use these.”
Pushing myself up, I leaned back against the metal rod headboard. The cold steel pressed against my damp back, sending chills
The room was painted off-white, flourished with green and gold accents. The bed I was laying in was covered by a silky green comforter trimmed in gold. Sweat drenched my body from the heat of the comforter, but my face felt frozen from the fan blowing over me all night.
I wiggled my fingers and toes, breathing in deep. The events of the previous evening came crashing back in. I couldn’t believe I had done it. I left Nate. For the first time in my life, I took a step out on my own. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was terrified.
Turning over in the bed, I groaned with the aches that inundated my body. The alarm clock stationed beside the bed flashed bright red. 6:43 AM. Ugh, how could it be time to get up already? Reluctantly, I rubbed my hands over my raw eyes, wincing at the tenderness in my head. Crying headaches were the worst in my opinion. No amount of sleep or Tylenol could get rid of them.
I threw my hands over my head, resting them on the pillows; staring up at the ceiling. Nate would be waking soon to find that I was missing. Several scenarios twisted around in my mind as to his reaction when he discovered my disappearing act.
While pondering how I would face him, I caught the scent of freshly brew coffee. Oh, how I loved the aroma of coffee. There was nothing like it.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” Olivia’s chipper voice chimed, withdrawing me from my imagination.
I jolted upward, startled to find someone in the room with me. All the blood rushed to my already throbbing skull sending the room spiraling around me.
“What the f…” I grumbled, pressing my fingers to my temples. The pressure helped a little but not enough to stop the spinning.
Olivia tossed her head back in laughter sending yet another thrum of pain shooting through my brain. This felt like a hangover on steroids.
With an exaggerated scowl on my face, I glared at Olivia who was standing in the doorway. Looking like a supermodel ready for a runway show, her red dress hugged every inch of her body, at least what it covered. Her long raven black hair was pulled into a pristine ponytail that dangled over the side of her shoulder in a curtain of waves, and in her hand was a cup of piping hot coffee. She was the vision of perfection.
“You could warn a person of your presence, you know.” I slammed my head back down on the pillow, instantly regretting that action thanks to my headache.
“I believe I did warn yo u,” Olivia said, walking toward the bed.
“How’s that?”
“I said ‘rise and shine,’” she stated with a cocky flare. Olivia nudged my leg with her balled fist, pushing me over so she could sit down on the bed beside me.
I lifted my head slightly, glaring at her. “I meant more like knocking first.”
“Oh, that.” She shrugged half-heartedly. Her perfectly painted, ruby red lips curled, wrinkling up her nose. “I figured since it was my house, it wasn’t necessary.”
“What if I had been naked?” In my attempt to show anger, my arms lifted off the bed, but flopped back down in the interim of my weakened state.
Olivia laughed heartily. “I lived with you for four years. I know you don’t go to bed naked.” She stabbed her thumb into my thigh. “Besides, you have nothing I haven’t seen before. Now get your ass up.”
I groaned, stretching out my arms and legs. Every joint in my body seemed to pop all at once. To finish the job, I curled my toes feeling the joints crack under my skin.
“Fine, I’m up,” I grumbled.
She handed me the cup of coffee and opened her balled fist to expose the Tylenol she brought for me. “I thought you could use these.”
Pushing myself up, I leaned back against the metal rod headboard. The cold steel pressed against my damp back, sending chills
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