Hunter's senses felt dull at the moment. When he opened his eyes, he was yet greeted with a heavy feeling on his chest for unknown reason.
He recalled the wonderful dreams and didn't remember the rest of it. He pushed himself off to bed, pissed over the fact that he might have dreamed that he was with Layla all night at the circlet of Genus.
"I'm losing it." Hunter shook his head as he stirred the door opened. He took note that the clock hits eleven twenty one in the morning.
It wasn't a surprise if he overslept. He must have too much alcohol yesterday.
His feet went into the direction of the kitchen where he planned to drown his headache with a cold water.
He stopped on tracks as he beheld a woman in the kitchen, wearing his shirt. His heart accelerated in the realization that he indeed met Layla last night at the campus, had been together in the circlet of genus where he asked her to date again, and the many kisses they shared.
