Emily reached out to the nightstand, fumbled for the phone, and muted the sound. She turned over on the other side and covered her head with a blanket.
The night was disgusting. Relatively disgusting.
In fact, she had such dreams, the content of which turned out to be so pleasant that it was disgusting.
They say that during sleep, the brain analyzes and structures the information received throughout the day and enters it into long-term memory. Since Emily had spent the previous day reading three, not the most "modest" love novels, her brain had to analyze what was received.
But why the hell in every plot the main character was with the face of Justin Evans?!
"Ugh, damn you!" the girl threw back the coverlet and sat down. The mirror opposite reflected dark circles under the eyes, tousled hair and a rumpled T-shirt. At such moments, Emily was glad that her poor eyesight did not allow her to see this morning "beauty" from a distance of three meters.
