I woke up from my sleep gasping for breath just as Hannah in my dream was about to resume what she did to me before.
Holding my aching head, I got up from my bed and wiped some of the cold sweat dripping down from my temple and caught my breath.
I tried to calm myself down over what I had just dreamed about Hannah, one of the female employees in my office who I hated when I first met her before I realized my feelings for her and accepted her declaration of love to be her boyfriend last night.
"Of all things, why did I have to dream of something like that?"
I muttered under my breath, cursing myself for what I dreamed about Hannah, even though I knew full well that it was pointless for me to blame myself for something as out of my control as the dream I had just now.
