Rashid
When I woke up again, I felt like I was in some kind of fever dream.
I moved my arm under the covers over top of me, realizing after a minute the bed next to me was cold and devoid of Lyla.
Lifting my head up from the comfort of my cocoon of blankets and pillows, I squinted in the poor lighting filtering into my bedroom.
Figuring she'd gotten up to shower to prepare for the day ahead of us, I lifted myself up from the bed and rolled off it. When I looked over to my bathroom, though, I could tell that it was empty with no light on and the door open.
A strange sense settled into my gut, telling me something was wrong.
I ignored it, knowing paranoia was making my head feel worse. I grabbed a pair of sweats and pulled them on before heading out into the living area. I wasn't s
