As I woke up, everything in me felt off. My throat was still sore, like I' had drunk strong liquor and the strongness of it was still live and vivid at the back of my throat. My chest ached with every breath I inhaled and exhaled.
The room i was in currently, wasn't mine. I could tell almost immediately. The bed was bigger than I can remember. The sheets, rumpled and the pillows my head was placed on felt lumpy. I could see a faint vision of an old desk with a pile of papers scattered around it.
Luca's place.
I squinted my eyes as sunlight snuck through the blinds of the curtains. I lay there motionless, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece it together without moving too fast because my head was pounding.
I heard the sound of the door opening.
Luca came in like he was in a hurry, holding a glass of water. He stopped dead when he saw my eyes open.
