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The warmth of the sunlight and the brightness of it as it shined through the curtains, woke me out of my sleep. I twisted and turned in the bed, pulling the covers further over me, feeling a bit disoriented.
When i couldn't find a comfortable position to go back to sleep in, I rubbed my eyes and sat upright on the bed.
Barely able to see anything as my vision is a bit blurry from lack of sleep, I looked around the room, noticing something strange about it.
A when me change dem curtain deh? A when me change dah sheet yah?
I looked down on my arms as i try to assess my situation, and noticed that i was in the same clothes from last night.
Hmmm.
Then it hit me.
Dejanae mussi carry me a her yaad.
I slowly glide over to the edge of the bed, and placed my bare feet on the bed rug.
I looked around me, and started to admire the room.
It is one of understated opulence and quiet sophistication.
The room features luxurious and high-end materials and finishes, and the walls are painted in the neutral color, white.
They are adorned with abstract art and tasteful decor, adding a touch of personality to it.
Dejanae rich and nah talk eh.
Boasy bad!
I placed pressure on my hands as i slowly tried to get up off the bed. My head started to pound and I squinted my eyes at the horrible feeling.
What a piece a migraine dis be!
I placed my palm on my forehead and winced at the pain, grabbing my hand bag that's rested on the nightstand.
I dug through it and grabbed my cellphone, walking towards the door. I yawned, covering my mouth and gagged when i realized how my morning breath tasted.
Yack!
"Deej!" I yelled, passing the three doors and walked down the staircase.
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TINT
Lãng mạn" She's a woman of great beauty on the outside and this intrigued me to know what's on the inside." - Set against the backdrop of Jamaica, "TINT" by Ishanique M. is a romance novel that delves into the intricate dynamics of love, betrayal, and the c...