His Blissful Nightmare [ONGOING]

3. Setting Boundaries

Chapter song: Chandelier, by Sia.

"Chemistry is you touching my arms and setting fire to my mind."
Nayyirah Waheed.

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Mira groaned, her head was banging fiercely. She tossed around before releasing an aggravated sigh. Once her eyes flutter open, she tried to take in her surrounding.

But everything was blurry, so she concluded that it's either due to her blurry eyes or the white blank walls in front of her. Huh! If she can see what colour the wall is, it means her eyes aren't blurry.

"White walls!" She whispers into the air.

Wait! White blank walls?

She jerk up from the bed and let out yet another painful groan due to the throbbing of her head, she laid back on her bed then tried to remember why her head throbs badly and also why she's seeing white walls instead of her dark purple and white once.

She began to assess her surrounding even though it seem a bit hard to do.

She caught the big chandelier hanging tenaciously on the ceiling with soft glows illuminating the room, giving it that dreamy feel from in the middle of the wide room. The windows were closed and the dull grey drapes were drawn. Beside her bed is a bedside table with lamp and an alarm clock.

Her hands felt the bed and it was quite too wide with white bed sheet and the white duvet that is now covering her body.

At a side of the room is a grey sofa and two couches and a TV set. From the corner of her eyes, she catch a glass wall, demarcating the room she is in and nothing more in view from that point.

Which is so not like her room. Her room isn't painted white, her bed sheet and duvet aren't white either. She doesn't have a chandelier in the room she sleeps in and the room the glass wall divides in her room isn't blank. In fact, it has everything that is now in here, the couches, sofa and whatever that is in here, are supposed to be over there.

"And my bed isn't queen queen sized." She demonstrates, describing the bed exaggeratedly. "Where the heck am I?"

The last time she asked Olivia to clean her room, she did not ask her to completely change it's setting to this. And it's been days since she asked her to do that. Which means, she ought to be seeing her clothes sticking out of her closet, funny enough, there's no closet in view. Some of her clothes should be laying carelessly on the marble floor. Some of her shoes and bags shouldn't be in their right places, they should be scattered around.

Her room should be littered not this neat and that's it.

"I'm not this organized." She mutters. "Who the heck in the name of cleanliness tried turning my room upside down." She says in an aggravated voice then let out a muffled scream having being hit by the pain again. "Ouch!"

The throbbing pain shoots up more aggressively and became a bit tense, her head started to reel and her eyes starts spinning. She brought her hand to rub her forehead soothingly and the metallic band pressed to her skin, making the spot a bit cold. She removed her hand to see the object.

Her eyes widen, she swallows at her ring laced middle finger. Then she thought back to yesterday maybe she will find answers to why she's hungover and why her head is killing her slowly.

Yesterday, she was engaged to Julius and then they came home together. She remembered the tension that was between them, how she'd marveled at his house, the scenery, how she'd lost it once they entered into the house, she groan remembering how she'd discard her things carelessly in his presence and then she remembered herself gulping down a liquid content, red wine precisely.