Sweat stuck to my forehead like a terrified child would his mother. I was sitting straight up, which I didn't recall doing. Y/n started at me, entertained, as I sat there sweating like a stuck pig and breathing heavily.
"Have a nice dream there bud?" Y/n said looking quite smug.
"Fuck off." I breathed out, wiping and pushing the hair of of my damp forehead with my palm. I pushed myself off of the couch and walked to the bathroom. I should've brought extra clothes to change into. I closed the bathroom door and started the shower, the sound of the water running from the shower head was like a rusty nail being screwed into a metal pipe. I cringed at the noise, my nose scrunching in annoyance. I backed from the shower and stripped my clothes, stretching, and cursing the damn couch for being so stiff. I stepped into the shower.
