SWEET DREAMS (ON HOLD)

Five... One Killer Hangover

A/N: I have finally found my 'Melody' after countless of Google searching! I don't remember if I addressed Melody's eye color in the past chapters, but something tells me if I did I said it was brown. So now I'm just here to clarify and change something up, since it was so incredibly hard to find the right face for her. So finally, I found a model named Paisha Coffey. The only problem is Paisha has Hazel eyes! So this is where this note comes in..( yadda-yadda-yadda): Melody has hazel eyes now.

Anyways! Enjoy!

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  I awoke to the rays of the sun beaming right into my retinas. I instantly flinched away from the stinging agony, realizing soon after how uncomfortably I was sprawled out across my bed and how my legs were completely entangled in the thin sheets.

  My hair stuck against my clammy forehead as I laid there on my back, last night playing in my head like a broken record, over and over again.

  That handsome man's face, those fantastic fingers and that incredible touch danced in my mind obscurely. Though, his voice,his scent and his warmth was anything but vague and that was inexplicable.

  That was one hell of a dream, I thought, blown away.

  I didn't know I was capable of dreaming dreams with that much detail, that felt so real. And I was grateful that with the dream came the best sleep I've ever had in the last couple of months. Sure I wasn't completely restless but, I didn't feel like I usually did when I woke up; adverse to the idea of facing another day with my insomnia. Today I felt faintly energized and determined and that my mind was finally on the same track with my body. It was a nice feeling, even though I knew it wouldn't last long.

  I absently turned my head, meeting the sight of my alarm clock and was amazed to see the time say 3:32 p.m. I wondered at what time I fell asleep, hoping that I slept for more than four hours, and I started to wonder when or how I ever got home in the first place. I frowned at the realization that I didn't remember any event occurring after I went on the porch. Coming to the conclusion that I must have passed out around that time and that's when the dream started.

  There was only one explanation for how I got home; Alex found me and dropped me off. Yeah, that sounds about right.

  Suddenly, my cellphone ranged, disrupting my thoughts. Forgetful of the death trap around my legs, I attempted to get out of bed only to fall to the floor directly on my face.

  After a brief moment of hissing under my breath as I struggled to free myself, I finally got lose and jumped up to find my phone. The instant I was upright, an agonizing headache bombarded me and It took everything I had to keep myself from wavering backwards.

  I was convinced I wouldn't be able to find my phone, until finally on the fifth ring I discovered it underneath my bed inside the clutch I used last night. I guessed I accidentally kicked it under there or something.

  "Hello!?" I answered it hastily, not bothering to check the Caller I.D.

  "Gosh, Mel. Took you long enough." Alex responded with a chuckle on the other line. I had a feeling that it would be her.

  "Yeah, sorry. I was kind of in a struggle," I said while I glowered at the knotted sheet beside me on the floor. I got to my feet and cursed under my breathe as the wave of a hangover invited itself again, tormenting my head. " Wow, my head really hurts." I whined, placing my palm to my forehead.

  " Figures, you had a lot to drink last night." She emphasized the words 'a lot' and I could imagine her eyes growing wide with them, unbelievably. " I kind of knew that you'd say that, so how about some coffee to fight off that killer hangover of yours?"