Eunoia (Greek):
A pure and well-balanced mind, a good spirit. Beautiful thinking.
Harmony Ivy Reed - a nineteen year old girl in her second year of college, tackling college life by storm as she strives to stay on top at one of the most prestigious...
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A splitting headache.
That, is what greeted me first thing in the morning and then silk sheets, and a more than comfortable bed that seemed more like a marshmallow as I felt around me with my eyes closed.
Confused, I sniffed my pillow that smelt of something manly, pine, musk, and something else that was making me even more dizzier.
Am I in Logan's room?
But Logan doesn't have a marshmallow bed. And doesn't smell so nice either. No offense Logan, but you really stink at times.
I pity the girl whom he'll marry.
The realisation was like a slap to my face as I abruptly sat up in my 'supposed' bed, looking around the considerably clean room.
Logan never cleans.
The blinds kept the sunlight out and when I looked around I noticed the grey walls, white furniture that looked quite modern and expensive along with a few paintings that hung around.
There were three doors in the room, one that led outside, no doubt, and I suspected the other two led to the closet and bathroom.
Other than that, there was a large glass door behind the blinds that seemed to lead to some balcony of some sort.
I pushed the covers off of me, looking down at my clothes and nearly shrieked in horror when I saw not mine, but a man's clothes on me.
A large white dress shirt covered my body, falling to my mid thigh, and I was thankful I was wearing my undergarments underneath.
Wait, who changed me?
The shirt smelled really nice and oddly familiar as I sniffed it like a creep before heading to the bathroom.
Doing my business, I washed my hands and face, pulling my hair into a messy bun and brushed my teeth with a spare toothbrush I found in one of the drawers while looking at the bathroom.
It was modern, with a grey and black theme, along with gold in some places, and way too huge, and I concluded this person was not just rich, but filthy rich.
Going out, I gulped down the water and medicine on the nightstand before making the bed and peeked out the door discreetly, glancing at the empty hallway before I slipped out.
I clutched my things closer to myself as I tip toed in the hall, afraid of bumping into any possible staff or worse, the owner of this... what is this place anyway?
