~Samantha Lee~

My eyes fluttered open, blinking against the soft morning light filtering through my blinds. I was in my own bed, I was trying to remember how I got back to my own room and then I remembered a hazy memory.

"I wanna go to my room," I'd mumbled, and after that, nothing.

He must have carried me.

I swung my legs out of bed and went to the bathroom turning on the shower and sluicing away the last traces of sleep. I rested my forehead against the cool tiles, letting the water drum ...