A long and very intense dream, from which I didn't want to wake up.
And when I did, I was so damn confused.
Blinking repeatedly at the high, black, and shiny ceiling above me, I didn't know how to shake off the daze left behind by the long, deep sleep.
"Henry?" My mouth felt parched as I reached to my side, fumbling on the bed I was apparently lying on, feeling for the body that should be beside me.
"Henry??" I supported my arms with my elbows, taking in the massive room I was in.
However, before I could come up with a guess as to where I was, I nearly had a heart attack at the figure sitting on a leather couch like a statue about ten meters away.
Further behind him were gigantic ceiling-to-floor windows, showing a view from maybe the twentieth floor or something.
But I didn't try to make out the view, as the statue sitting there was much more eye-catching.
With the clouded sky behind him and the light coming from the back, his face seemed much more shaded.
