Samlin Greenham
I open the stopper of toothpaste idly and stick some at my brush. I examine my face at the mirror - messy, high brown hair, static big blue eyes, red cheeks, swollen lips and wearing soft woollen pajamas.
What did I do last night?
As though to answer my question, my phone chimes with a chirp, lying on the cabinet. I pick up it and read the message.
Lynn texted : "Did you have a good sleep last night?"
Last night? Was he with me? Where? Why can't I remember?
I text : "Were you with me? Was in the hospital? I know I might sound absurd but I can't remember it clearly."
Lynn : "You really don't remember what you did do with me last night?" with a smirky emoji.
What? What does he mean?
