Chapter Fifteen
In which reality hits.
- Ayne Kent.
I was frazzled.
I'm sitting in probably the most gorgeous matte black bed that I ever saw in my whole entire life. Not only does the bed look nothing but perfect but the bed is just nothing but heaven. It's like sleeping in the pool of clouds with no worries reaching you. My hands are careful in holding the black comforter close to my chest as my eyes were probably lost in the sea of thoughts.
I mean sure, the whole place like a chapter of a dream itself.
Sure, even the bed is comfortable as hell. I even doubt I have the power to get out of here if this was my usual bed. My body would have probably molded into a creamy Nutella by the amount of lounging that I will be doing in this very bed.
I will even admit
