In Another Universe

Hangover | Dominic Sherwood

I tossed and turned in bed when I heard a phone ring.

Grunting as I lazily opened my eyes, I can feel my head pounding and dizziness started creeping in as I slowly sat up.

I turned to take in my surroundings and I have to squint to shield my eyes from the sunlight shining through a wide, glass door that connects to a balcony.

Huh? I wondered to myself when my sights cleared.

I once again looked around and observed that I'm currently on an all-white, king-sized bed with soft, fluffy pillows and blanket — not mine.

A sleek, modern black dresser on my left side — not mine.

A flat, widescreen television across me with a totally impressive set-up of house speakers — also not mine.

And the aforementioned balcony with sliding glass doors — definitely not mine.

My eyes went wide as an owl's when I realized that I absolutely am not in my own home.

"Oh my god!" I jumped from the bed and looked down at my body, feeling quite relieved when I saw that I was still fully clothed with my clothes from last night.

My hands immediately went to my head when I felt it pounding once again.

"Damn, I drank a little too much." I scolded myself, trying hard to remember what ever happened last night that I woke up in a stranger's bed.

Crossing my fingers hoping to not be in a serial killer's house, I stealthily made my way outside the bedroom to see if anyone else was around.

I tiptoed as I walked but jumped in surprise when I heard a voice.

"Good morning, love."

"Jesus Christ!" I stared at the figure with hands above my chest.

There setting up food on a dining table was a man wearing a simple, white shirt that fits enough to see his taut muscles as he puts down a plate of waffles and fried chicken.

His not-so-long blond locks occasionally falling over his beautiful, blue eyes.

His stubble resting handsomely on his defined jawline.

And his lips looking luscious as it formed a smirk and uttered the words, "Not quite."

I may have blinked a little too much to see if this almost-perfect human being is indeed real.

"I'm real, love." He chuckled, a glint in his eyes as he looked me over.

"Uhh..." I slowly walked closer to where he was, my voice strained as I felt parched.

He smiled, showing his set of perfect white teeth, and gently handed me a glass of water.

I mumbled a silent 'thank you' before gulping down the full glass.

If that didn't quench my thirst, I don't know what will. I breathed, stealing a quick glance at the man in front of me.

As I slowly put down the glass on the table, which was separating me from the gorgeous man, I asked in a quiet voice. "Uhmm, who are you?"

He raised an amused eyebrow at me.

I titled my head in response.

I put my hands on the table and leaned over to take a closer look at him, but that startled him as he suddenly leaned back with his eyes widening.

"What are you doing?" He asked with an awkward laugh.

"Should I know you?" I tilted my head to the other side, my eyes squinting, trying to figure who this guy is. "It seems like you think I should know you, and you look quite familiar."