(SKYLAR)
After having slept like a baby throughout the night, I woke up feeling fresh as a daisy. The mattress in Jordan's guest room was a queen compared to the peasant I had as mine back in Brooklyn. There was not a single dent on it and nothing poked at my back at different angles throughout the night.
It was, undoubtedly, the BEST sleep I had had in ages.
I woke up with several hours to spare before I had to leave for work. So I decided to take another long and relaxing bath. I filled the jacuzzi up with the different kinds of bath salts in Jordan's guest bathroom and soaked my body in the pleasurable warm waters of the jacuzzi.
40 minutes later, I emerged out of the bathroom feeling so freaking relaxed that I could swear I heard my muscles sighing.
Living at Jordan's house felt more like a vacation and less like part of a contract that I had been extremely unwilling to become a part of.
