"Richard, how are you feeling today?" I checked her identification that read Dr. Wilson.
"Well... I'm supposed to be Richard?" I asked her sincerely.
"My..." Her reaction was a definite bad sign. "Do you know your last name?"
"Night." I immediately answered because it is my husbands and mine after all.
"Richard, dear it's Malcolm..." Her dissatisfied look made my stomach churn... FIRST OF ALL I GET THE NAME, THIS HOSPITAL, THIS DOCTOR AND ESPECIALLY THIS BUTLER MUST'VE BEEN A PRANK MADE BY MY HUSBAND (because that's how that bastard is) BUT MY VOICE AND MY ARMS ...What happened to me? I got up clattering all the things in my way then I finally end up looking in the God damn mirror...
"Oh my God..." I'M BEAUTIFUL!!
"Master?" I'M A BEAUTIFUL GUY! My type too. "What is it?"
"Ugh..." gulp I must keep my feelings in tact because I don't know what's going on and if this is a dream I never want to wake up! "Has my hair always been this long?" My hair was probably 3 inches longer than my ear lobe and it was wavy. Also I had thick brows meaning thick eyelashes, my face was chiseled on the cheeks and jawline, my nose was straighter than my gender and my lips were more kissable than ever lastly I had those evergreen forest eyes that could make any girl get lost in them... A dream boat I was. FINALLY MY PRAYERS, ANSWERED!
"Master," That tone's an I've got bad news tone, right there. "you've been in a comma for 2 months now."
"TWO MONTHS?"
"Richard, stay calm." Listen to the lady Marina, listen.
"HOW OLD AM I?" That came out abruptly.
"17, Richard." Hot damn I'm hot as hell. "You're a senior."
"In Woodland Academy, sir." I'm assuming (he's) my butler said that... SAME SCHOOL AS MY BOYS! My boys... This is a dream it's unreal, I shouldn't get too hyped over a dream but what a great opportunity to know my boys!
