NARRATOR'S POV
Robbie woke up early in the morning with a subtle feeling of heat in his left cheek- slowly he opened his eyes, the brilliant color of blue glinted as he did. He gazed towards the ceiling then to the side, this isn't home- which means everything that happened yesterday is real.
Why even bother really?
Does he even believe that what happened was nothing more than a dream?
"Robbie? Are you up yet?" Brennan called out from the other side of the door.
"Yes, I'll be out in a minute" Robbie replied- abruptly he got up. He sighed, not a moment to think, no time to reconsider, no chance to stop.
"They have a public washroom at the end of the hall, you might want to know" after those informing Robbie about the washroom Brennan left- his footsteps echoed along the hall as he moved on.
Shaking his head Robbie rid the sleepiness away.
