Roland woke up with a bunch of hands wrapped around him, much to his annoyance. His trio of flings clung onto him, and he groggily pried out their arms off him to get out of bed.
His naked body shone a little from the sunlight, as he stepped over the clothes and lingerie on the floor.
"Ugh, it's Monday morning. What am I even thinking?" He said, walking to one of the drawers in his vanity table.
He took out a bottle of pills. He poured a lot and popped them into his mouth without water.
But the headache was still there. It never really went away after he woke up, as he suffered mild tinnitus and migraines. He went to the bathroom to get changed and prepare to go to court.
As he washed his face, another man's face appeared in the mirror.
This too, never went away. It always appeared in every mirror he saw. But he knew this was just something from his mind, not a real apparition.
