With a groan, Trevor reached for the lamp on his bedside table and put on the light . He winced and shield his eyes with his arm while his other hand instinctively felt for the glass of water on same table.
The glass was empty, he realized. He must have gulped the whole content down his throat in the middle of the night. He sighed getting off the bed, this was one of the reasons he always kept a glass of water beside him, to avoid going to the kitchen in the middle of the night just for water.
He walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and grabbed a canned water, he removed the cap and poured the contents down his throat. Satiated, he covered the can back with its cap, put in back in the fridge and slammed the door shut. But the face that appeared out of nowhere scared the shit out of him.
