Ricardo
I woke up and I felt as if I'd been asleep for only a couple of hours. I checked the time to realize it was nearly lunchtime. I had been exhausted, and the silk sheets and king-size bed had knocked me out. As well as the shot of sherry I had before hitting the sack. I felt alive, more alive than I'd felt in weeks. I didn't feel as if the world was on my shoulders as I stretched and got out of bed.
Shit, I wish I could spend one more night here, just to feel like myself one more time. Maybe it was the stress of being at home that had, stopped me from sleeping, and not the grief.
I headed to the shower in my birthday suit. I always slept in the nude, but didn't even bother drawing the blinds as I headed there. I clicked on the light as I went. My memory was good, but not good en
