A day had gone by without the feeling of losing time.
The next day, I woke up very tired from the couch where I laid.
My eyes twitched wryly. Seeing the morning light brighten up the room, my eyes widened to the realization.
'Holy shit… I've been asleep for twelve hours, I passed out too.'
I turn sideways and saw breakfast already served on the stool.
"Thank goodness I'm starving.." I murmured.
Rachel still laid in bed, had few conscious moments but black out right after.
Seeing her covered under the sheets still naked made me remember everything that happened yesterday.
Somehow because of how foggy my brain was, it felt like it was a dream.
She was still yet to recover from the intimacy we had, or would i say mutual destruction.
I reached out to Rachel, and ran my fingers through her hair, that still looked good despite looking like she got hit by a bus, then laid a gentle kiss on her forehead.
