New to the city, she's starting a new life on her own. She's always been fearless and adventurous, but she never thought moving to the other side of the planet would flip her world upside down. She said she was ready for anything, but little did she...
Last night is still a bit of a blur. I can't quite figure out if I imagined everything or if it really happened. I woke up with quite the hangover, and felt my whole head pounding. I scoot over to the bathroom and grab the Advil bottle, taking two and downing a glass of cold water. This should take effect within the hour. I sit on the edge of my bed. I can still smell him, like his scent is imprinted in my skin. I lift my fingers to my face, brushing my cheek softly trying to recreate the feeling I had yesterday. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, not being able to find once more the sensations I felt last night.
I let my body drop flat on the covers, looking at my phone for the time. 06:47AM. Ouch. After thinking about it for a while, I decide to try and go back to sleep. Hopefully, next time I wake up my headache will be gone and I can put yesterday behind me for good. Just as I'm about to drift back into Neverland, I hear the faint buzz of my phone on my nightstand.
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Seeing his name on my screen made my heart skip a beat. How the hell did he get my number? But more importantly, how the hell did his number get into my phone?? I tried to piece back memories of last night and can't quite remember when I gave him my number. I decided to put my phone back on the night stand, and try to fall back asleep. As soon as my head hits the pillow comfortably, another buzz drags me back to my phone.
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It's almost 7 in the morning, on a Saturday. Is he crazy? Why on Earth is he awake at this time of the day?? Or, did he even go to sleep? I can't recall at what time we got home, I meanat what time he left me standing on a street corner after our kiss ended so suddenly. I'm sitting on my bed, legs hanging down the side, one eye closed, the other one staring at the message. Should I answer him? Should I call? Should I just go back to sleep and ignore him?
I decided that I was still too mad to talk to Jimin. Letting my whole body fall back into bed, it takes me only a couple seconds to drift back to my dream.
That dream...
I kept seeing his face. The handsome stranger who asked me if everything was ok last night on my front porch. I am having a hard time remembering the details of his face since it was kind of dark and I was also trashed, but I could never forget his voice. It was a deep, husky, breathy voice. It had nothing to do with Jimin's, which was light, much higher and filled of sunshine. This stranger's voice was ringing in my head, like a lullaby putting me to sleep.
