I opened my eyes only to see Jeff right beside me. A feeling of disappointment and demise came over me. I couldn't believe it. I was still at his place, still laying on that old mattress next to him. It was all... just a dream.
Of course. I sighed as I stared at the ceiling. It was too good to be true. I might as well accept the fact that I'll never actually get out of here.
A slight ray of sunshine fell on the ground through a small basement window, giving the room a warm tone. Clothes that I so clumsily toppled down were still laying in a messy pile next to the closet.
I slowly sat up and attempted to get out of bed without waking Jeff up. With his bipolar personality anything could piss him off. He said that he was 'sorry' for hurting me before, but I had a feeling it will happen
