𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. Now, as I ventured into my third year of college, I found myself balancing the demands of academia with a humble minimum wage gig at a local, cozy café. Every penny earned there went towards my ever-mounting expenses of tuition, textbooks, and living expenses. It was far from glamorous, but I knew that this sacrifice was necessary if I wanted to achieve my dreams of a better future.
With my heart set on obtaining a nursing degree from the prestigious Stanford University, I eagerly anticipated the fulfillment of my long-held ambition. Life followed its predictable course, and college unfolded just as I had envisioned: a delightful medley of social gatherings, dedicated study sessions, memorable parties, more study sessions, and the occasional nerve-wracking exams.
"Nessa! Get up, you're going to be late!"
My dorm room reverberated with the sound of a voice I knew all too well, accompanied by insistent knocks on the door. My eyes fluttered open, the realization hitting me like a bolt of lightning. I sprung to consciousness, realizing that today marked the beginning of term, and I was perilously close on the brink of tardiness, courtesy of a wild pre-college celebration the night before.
As I rose from the bed, I became aware of a strong, unfamiliar presence — muscular arm encircling my waist. Casting a sidelong glance, I discovered a slumbering stranger occupying my bed, blissfully unaware of the chaos that awaited me. A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips, and with tender care, I delicately disentangled his arm, leaving him to the realm of dreams.
Embarking on a mission to get ready, I made my way to the closet, feeling the coolness of the room against my bare torso and the morning light casting gentle shadows across the room. Clad in nothing but underwear, paying no mind to the unconventional attire, the sounds of movement behind me hinted at the awakening of the gentleman in my bed, but I remained focused on selecting a suitable outfit from the depths of my wardrobe.
