SHAY
I could hear voices.
But I could hardly make out what they were saying.
My mind felt so hazy.
I opened my eyes to the bright fluorescent lights and a white room.
A face hovered above me. I blinked.
"You look exactly like her."
Marcus, the owner of the face, was Marcus, Marcus Zephanie.
Sweat. I woke up drenched in sweat.
I allowed myself a five-minute recovery from that dream before finally getting out of bed. My phone singing out the alarm was beginning to irritate me.
I must have overslept a little, seeing that Stella's bed was already made, and the waft of freshly brewed coffee could be smelled from the kitchen.
Though I wasn't a coffee person, I liked the smell of it. It was quite soothing.
Searching the entire bed for my still annoyingly ringing alarm, I felt weird that I didn't seem hungry.
It was probably because Detective Oliver ordered a lavish menu last night. With me being a no-to-wasting-food kind of gal, I ended up eating too much.
