I was still drowsy from my sleep but I am pretty sure I heard someone knocking on my door, I wanted to lash out at the person for interrupting such a perfect dream.
It took me a minute to get my head straight, that was a weird but satisfying dream, but why on earth would I be fantasizing about that would make me have that kind of mental image. It must be my nerves, there was nothing that could be wrong.
I was so nervous about the date tonight that I was making up images in my head about us, I sighed out.
I wonder who that is.
The person sure had wrong timing.
I stood from the bed, making sure to stretch. I went straight for the door, I yanked it open out of anger and I paused,
He looked up, "hey, I came to…" he trailed off.
It was Carter, who by the way looked like a deer caught in headlights, he stared at me wide eyed.
What was his problem?
