R A Y V I N
The banging on the door woke me up. Who could be trying to break down my door?
“Rayvin! Open the door!” Miranda shouted behind the door.
“Hold on. I am coming!” Screaming at her. I was irritated because I wanted to desperately catch an uninterrupted sleep, but, that was not the case. The hangover, headache, and exhaustion put me on the edge.
Sluggishly, I stood up and got out of bed, wearing my flip-flop, opening the door. “What?” I snapped. “You could have waited for a reasonable hour in the morning before you came.” Checking the time on my phone screen as we walked back to the bedroom, it was eight in the morning. That late? It still seemed to me like it was too early. Maybe it is as a result of a pounding headache and the little sleep I got because of him.
“My head is
