Avery turned in the bed, flapping her arms around and moaning in her sleep. She moved her hands around, trying to break off the sleep that had clouded her eyes.
She rose, rubbing her hand against her eyes slightly, as he tried to flutter her eyelids open.
Her head felt dizzy, and her mind was muddy with the thought of the event and the alcohol she took. She remembered the hour of the day when she almost died last night, but that wasn't what was worrying her.
It was the fact that the mint smell assaulted her nostrils, making her realize she wasn't the only one in the room; her feet were entangled with someone else's, and she jumped out of bed in shock.
"Who are you?" She flared out, forgetting she was actually married and wasn't living alone anymore.
