I was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I tried to push all my suspicious thoughts aside and close my eyes. I exhaled a ragged breath, turned to a side and snuggled into the pillow.
[I found myself standing in the middle of Anthony's office, waiting for him to come in. My mouth tasted bitter with something. I gulped once, trying to wet my dry throat and hacked a cough.
I had no clue what I was doing in his office. As far as I remembered I had found the damned guest room on the first floor and pounced on the bed as soon as the door opened. Then how had I ended up here?
My head felt light. I blinked a few times and stared around me, but my surroundings looked a little misty. I hadn't drunk 'that' much.
It was moments later I realized that I was dreaming, and what a strange dream it was. I was standing alone in a room, doing absolutely nothing.
